The Whisper of Her Scent

Siren Whispers


He is haunted by the whisper of her scent

Catching faint traces of it

When the night is velvety dark

And the winds are soft

Across the seas


He perceives the tinkle of her laughter

In the crashing of the waves upon the sand

And imagines being the one to make her laugh

Bringing forth her mischievous smile


In the still of the night

He hears the murmur of her voice

And feels a gentle caress upon his lips

Her goodnight kiss

For him

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Author: Cianaodh Óg

Cianaodh (Pronounced Key-Ah-Knee) is Old Irish and means Ancient Fire. Óg is also Old Irish and it means Young which is my surname in modern English. My given or legal name is James "Troy" Young but my chosen, magickal name is Cianaodh Óg and most people who know me outside of my spiritual family know me by my middle name, Troy. I am the High Priest of Tribe Of the Standing Stones in Arlington, Texas - Spirit Of the Sycamore Tradition and variety blogger as well as Chief High Mucky Muck at Alliance of Polyspiritual Eclectics.

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