valley ov stars

Valley ov stars
Thee beauty ov nature in thee place where thee stars fell, thee caves ov thee spices in thee land where thee sea dwelled, thee wind through thee spires makes a strange migrant sound, in this magickal valley where thee light hit thee ground, and E meet with a stranger who somehow knew my name, and thee spirit ov knowing in a glance was to blame, taught me mystical pathways intertwined in stories, what a vivid description searching for mysteries, for these tales ov thee ancients wrapped around my being, and at thee sunset E saw that belief was seeing, as thee sand at my feet came alive with thee light, which had come from thee sky in past centuries night, when celestial riders dropped like rain in this place, descended like chariots that had come from deep space, and deposited power and energized stone, that remains here forever to be found when alone, and thee strangeness was welcomed to be mentioned at last, thinking E was thee only in thee valley ov stars, but it’s thee path ov thee seeker ov incredible things, that creates magick here now and can make thee hills sing, like thee serpents ov water drilling places ov power, where thee sky kissed thee land and erected thee towers, as thee wind passes through me and touches all that is here, where thee fire burns brightest and thee truth is sincere, with thee beauty ov nature in thee place where they fell, in thee caves and thee spices, in thee land where she dwelled, as she breathes through thee spires and her voice becomes sound, in this magickal valley where thee light hit thee ground. (22/2/10)