A longing

Divine possession for the Springtime.

This poem came to me from my experiences with the ceremonies we hold from the Spring Equinox and May-Day. A communion with He who blooms with nature and whose Light stirs life, love and lust.

I seek something 
that I cannot see,
but that I feel
as I walk down 
the stream
of fresh water,
at his most holy 
Garden. 

I seek something 
that is not of this world
and yet, 
It’s all around
as I feel the warmth 
on my skin 
from this golden light 
that burns sweet desire. 

The Flower Prince 
is within me
through sweat 
and sweet scent 
of daffodils. 

His lips are 
on me,
by the taste 
of succulent 
red of oranges
and scarlet nectar 
that kiss my body. 
A nourishment 
of the senses from a world 
beyond and within myself. 

I seek something 
that I cannot see. 
But I feel it
when my perfumed Prince
comes inside me. 

- H. Gibaldi 

Love is One, and One is All

An old photo shoot of my graduation collection from over 6 years ago.