A magic man with healing hands
cried rainbow tears from wizard eyes;
He read my mind and touched my soul;
And mended all that wasn’t whole,
And cured my palsied arm and healed
the ancient pain;
And covered me with rainbows
that shimmered in the rain.
He took me to a secret place
forgotten by the human race,
Smudged me with the pure white sage;
and chanted songs from another age;
His eyes were luminous as jewels;
Crystals clear or clouds or mist,
Ruby, garnet, and amethyst.
And on that night I became his bride;
and felt the cosmic energy
a Reiki Master had inflamed me;
He danced to all the sacred chants,
I laughed to see his elfin grin;
Be it pow-wow; Psalms; even Samhain.
all life was sacred and would remain
forever ours, complete, unchanged.
Now I miss my mystic, magic man,
I remember that night he held my hand,
Promised a teacher I could understand.
I try to read the cryptic runes,
and listen to the Celtic tunes,
and watch the babe he gave to me,
cry rainbow tears so magically.
Kissing slightly curving lobes
©Willow Rose 2012