Pagan Poetry - Dreams of Hawk Magick
Original photography - Katerina Plotnikova
I ran wild in my dreams last night, I saw you, Little Hawk,
I howled and ran and saw your eyes.
Change is coming on the wind
The beating of the drum
An Old soul amidst the trees. I danced before the moonlight With a branch of Thorn And called right back to Hawk.
Change is coming on the wind The beating of the drum An Old soul amidst the trees.
- Joey Morris All my own work, all rights reserved