Ceridwen Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Don't love me too much as though I were air,
as though I were starshine for you to wear.
Don't question the heart which seems like a stone.
I may be lonely, but I'm not alone.

I am Ceridwen - the goddess you seek
when the kiss of love burns upon your cheek.
Love is the shadow, and I am the light -
born to be yours but wed to the night.

My voice through the pines, my tears from the sky,
my image in the center of your eye.
In love, in longing, in sorrow became -
there is something in me you wish to claim.

My love has two lives but never the same -
desire inside an untouchable flame.
My soul is sacred, in a web unspun.
I hang with the moon; you shine with the sun.

I am a crystal; do not strike the stone.
My very dreams are yours and yours my own.
Tragic windows may tremble with sorrow,
but do not let them close on tomorrow.

Dressed up in stars and the black kohl of night,
tender thoughts in our joyful hearts unite.
When eyes are damp with the dew of despair,
just call out for me; and I will be there.

I am Ceridwen, the flame in the fire,
hanging like rain on the brink of desire.
I water the roots of love's secret tree
that blossoms and grows carnivorously.

And should it consume you, do not depart.
Let the water of life restore the heart.
Love can be bitter and love can be sweet;
and somewhere in between is where we meet.