22nd February, 2015

The valley of the Wanderers is rising from the sea
As all around our oceans, She’s setting creatures free.
You say that they are dying out but She says you are wrong
They’ve merely slipped away as She calls each one back home
With ears to hear and eyes to see the wonder of the spheres,
They’re far ahead of mortal man, enmeshed in his own fears.
They look upon our world with sadness; pray for our return
To harmonise with all that is and let our true light burn.
We’ve wasted so much time with our fear of letting go;
When will we learn we’re family; allow the love to flow.
Forsake Her not for She is crying out to all her kin
To remember we’re part of Her and let the future in.
“I know you see me clearly”, she whispers in my mind,
“But now it’s time for you to wake up the others of your kind!”
So here I sit in front of man’s creation he holds dear
And type to all on Facebook that She needs you now to hear.
All time is now, the power is us so do not turn away
You’re the Mother of Creation, all her creatures and the Fae.
We’ve danced this dance before upon a distant shore
We didn’t listen then so we came to try once more.
Its us that choose our destiny; we’re Gods dressed up as man
Yes we are Co- creators with power to heal this land.
Now once again I ask you to remember who you are
And raise the cone of power; rise as one and spread it far!
I sense the opening portals that are waiting for us now
Take her with us, let her breath again, and exit with a bow.
(c) S. A. B.
22nd February, 2015