Dreaming: I awaken. (a poem)

So... sitting here in mountain glory. Snow falling. Light fading, I write. A poem. Of love. Of stars and dreaming and ancient Celtic goddesses riding in the night.

Sometimes, Most-times, All the time, when the muse beckons I must heed her call.

And, when I was finished, there was Jingle Poetry waiting in my Inbox, inviting me to participate in this week's Poet's Rally!

Dreaming: I awaken

Dreaming
gravity
falls
effortlessly
into the night
where Rhiannon awaits
in moonlit wonder
to open up the starlit sky

On starburst waves
I ride
upon Epona’s white mare
ascending into the stars
where dreams await
in fecund possibility
sparked by meteor showers
dripping
with fiery heat
and heavenly bursts
opening up eternity's beauty

Abandoning reason
I cast my fate to the wind
and fall
into ancient realms
where gods and goddesses
once cast
their spell upon the night
shot through with
shadowy myths
of silvery streams
laden
with moonbeam dust
shimmering in the lush
dark
night

Lost amongst the stars
my dreams abandoned
to the darkness of
my being
held captive
to these ancient heirs
casting shadows
in the night
I tumble
into Apollo’s embrace
effortlessly floating
upon dawn’s early light
where Venus releases me
from my earthly moorings
to dance
amongst the stars

Awake and dreaming
I fall
effortlessly
into Love’s eternal grace.