For my Fetch, my Soul, my Twin
Home
That which holds me
Seeps into my bones
And through my hair
My stoney heart
Is His
My eyes
Windows into His soul
My body
Shaped by Him
To walk His path
We are one
He and I
Entwined
Like serpents
That somehow merge
Becoming the same
Two sides
Yet
When you trace them
You find
They are one
One path
Forked
Rejoining
He is my home
And I am His
Fate and Fire
Fetch and Soul
Eternal
Yet embodied
We
Are me
© AM (Xander) Hunter July 2022
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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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