Boscastle, Cornwall 2010

Footprints

I see the footprints
In the air
And know the time for you to leave
Is near

I really don’t want to
Let you go
But I can’t keep you
Here, I know

You have to go and
Chase your star
It’s blinking and shining up
There so far

How can I tell you how
Much I care
Or that I really will miss you
Being there

For I see footprints
In the air
And know the time for you to leave
Draws near

You say that it is not
Good bye
You will not forget me but
Your words lie

Without meaning to you will
Forget
That I am here, what we shared
And kept

They will fade away and
Disappear
I know that yet can’t keep
You here

For I see footprints
In the air
And know the time for you to leave
Is here

Listen to the Song

(c) A M Hunter 2015

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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