Lindisfarne

Oh, Lindisfarne with your coast so fair

I crave your breeze to flow through my hair 

As you absolve all my worries and cares

Oh, Lindisfarne with your coast so fair 

Oh, old Holy Isle a solace for so many

I offload my woes when they're feeling heavy 

Gives me hope and peace when there isn't any 

Oh, old Holy Isle a solace for so many

Oh, Lindisfarne with your brushstroke skies

Through your beauty I'm bequeathed new eyes

From my inauthentic life you cut all ties 

Oh, Lindisfarne with your brushstroke skies

Oh, old Holy Isle you echo history

From your castle, cliffs and monastery

Through your whispered wisdom I am set free

Oh, old Holy Isle you echo history

Oh, dear Lindisfarne of sacred grace 

No one's left bereft, feeling displaced

You envelope with love; I feel embraced

Oh, dear Lindisfarne of sacred grace

© Debbie Razey 2016

Beltane

Beltane, "Bright Fire" is here again

We've been set free from winter's chains

Now spring has conquered, light will reign

The darkness slain, the darkness slain

Sun radiates her healing heat

Decked homes with gay, May flowers sweet

We all give thanks, make merry, eat 

On dancing feet, on dancing feet 

In times of old, a "feast" of fun 

Bright bonfires lit, mimicked the sun 

Where man and woman became one   

Conceiving sons, conceiving sons 

Now, the Sun of Righteousness shines

I reclaim what's lost, what is mine 

Reawakened... soul realigned 

My heart consigned, my heart consigned 

© Debbie Razey 2016

"Them!"

Honestly... what would you do, if your homeland was bombed,

your child's life was in danger and you had to abscond? 

What would you do, if you became unwell or disabled, 

if you could no longer work... put food on your table? 

Really... what would you do, if you lost your job and then home; 

no safe place to sleep... instead on the streets left to roam? 

Questions we should all ask ourselves before we condemn; 

one day you may find yourself... trading places with "Them!"

© Debbie Razey 2016

Kaleidoscope Mind

The day has gone the mist has cleared

the wind whispers... her tortured tears

A pearlescent moon hangs lonesome tonight

In a jet black sky of silken waves of light

  

Midnight's arm, around my shoulder clings

His cool night-air kisses, ease so many things

...all my anguish and torments of the day 

Oh, for eternal night I hope and pray 

Within the night's small hours, I can just be

When day's distraction-veil lifts, I am set free

To dream and travel my kaleidoscope mind 

Never knowing just what I'll find...

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Lilac Sky

lilac winter sky 

scared with tortured tree fingers

bowing to the breeze

beholden to its mercy

as day's supplanted by eve

© Debbie Razey 2016 both poem and image

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Dew

As dew so deftly clings, so does your love

Jewels of you adorn my every thought

Drenched in memories; your touch, I think of

I crave your taste; addicted, I am caught

Love's so ethereal, it can't be held 

Merely glanced upon; worship I, its view 

Elusive; only when night and dawn meld

Our hours of dalliance, there are too few 

You quench a need in me, no other could 

You cleanse my vision, make mine eyes anew 

Your drops of wisdom whisper that I should...

But, my once rainbow skies now darkling blue

 

I wonder, will your love hence prove to save 

Or my slow death, so delicately pave?        

© Debbie Razey 2016

Fate

Oh what mortality is

to those whom feel immortal

...all a mere handshake of fate

© Debbie Razey 2016