Carrick-a-Rede, Ireland 2010

Lorelei

Dedicated to my wonderful friend and teacher Lorelei in deepest heartfelt gratitude and love

Siren call siren song
From off the rock all night long
Winding weaving across the waves
Reaching out to better days

Alone I sit hair in hand
Fingers entwining a single strand
My eyes are deep, like the sea
Lips encased in mystery

I am Lorelei of the lovely locks
Come follow my voice as it wanes and wafts
Through the streets down to the shore
Into the water I adore

Alone I sit hair in hand
Fingers entwining a single strand
My eyes are deep, like the sea
Lips encased in mystery

Come to me my love down in the depths
For I yearn for you to caress
Hold me here in my pool so deep
Give to me your heart to keep

Alone I sit hair in hand
Fingers entwining a single strand
My eyes are deep, like the sea
Lips encased in mystery

Alone I sit hair in hand
Fingers entwining a single strand
My eyes are deep, like the sea
Lips encased in mystery

Listen to the song

© 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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