Annalee Hopkins Somerville
Biography of Annalee Hopkins Somerville
It's been a very long journey but I've made it. I'm a Spirit on a journey, in search of a vision, walking the path Father Sky put before me.
Blessings & Energy ~
My spin off page is, life experience poems under Living Experience.
Annalee Hopkins Somerville's Works:
Poem (Snow Day) published in Stars of our Hearts.2012
Spiritual Journey Poem of the day twice on Poem Hunter.
Annalee Hopkins Somerville Poems
Across from the mountains, A little house sits in the tree's, I'm lost in tranquility, As my soul tries to breath.
If I Could...
If I could make a magic wand, I’d make one just for you, So that you could create beauty, On the days you feel so blue.
I travel the Earth and the astral plains, I’ve lived most my life in guilt and shame, Shame for the life bestowed on to me, Guilt for the demons I couldn’t set free.
Snowflakes falling from the sky, Landing on my face as it blows by, Snow Angels something you never outgrow, I'm wrapped in their beauty covered in snow.
I walked into the darkness of the forest, I hear the owl calling from way up high in the tree, The moon creates shadows on the forest floor, My spirit releases as I run wild and free.
Over the distant hills, In snow thickened grass, I saw my vision, I had found my path.
Daylight turned into darkness, Before the time it was due, The strength I've had is leaving, No courage left to take me through.
You said you're my friend, That you'd always be there, Just put my trust into you, You'd show me you cared.
Wind blows through the plains, Driven down my soul, Drowning out the fears, Beaconing the healing glow,
Sister in Spirit, Cousin in blood, Fiery fire warrior, Sent from above.
If you do not love me, The deep way that I love you, If you do not need me, Please tell me we are through.
I cried for you today, Loosing you broke me, Shattering my heart into a million pieces, Enabling me from setting us free.
In my cocoon I retreat, To gather all my strength, To hide what I truly feel, And find light inside this mess.
Guardian & Gate Keepers
In the doorway they stand, Guarding the depth's of our soul, Guardians, Gate Keepers, Triggered - exposed.
Peter sat upon the stump,
Watching little things,
All different colors,
All different wings.
One was black and spotted,
How it caught his eyes,
It fluttered its little wings,
It tried and tried to fly.