She walks with me all the night
Disappearing at first daylight
Always returning when the sun has gone
Except for those few nights I walk alone.

Her moods are changeable as the sky
Sometimes she’s brilliant, sometimes shy
With her my path in light is bathed
Alone, it’s as obscure as a cave.

With her or going down the path alone
I find answers in nature’s rune stones
Cut not by man, but by unseen spirits free
Don’t have to seek them, they come to me.

Natural runes have more inherent worth
Than those from a commercial source
Self-created ones tell what is true
But better those that come to you.

Thirty three is a complete rune set
That is something I will not get
Given me absolutely free and effortlessly
But all I need to show the right path to me.

Showing me where to make my stand
Before I go westward to Summerland
Thank you for your light so very bright
Walking with me throughout the night.

Thank you for all you have given me
More than enough to set me free
I will always remember you
Your energy is forever true

Author: Walter Birdwell

Born in Missouri in 1942, Walter Birdwell graduated from the University of Missouri in 1964 with a BA in creative writing. Immediately enlisted in the US army to avoid the draft and was in the US army from 1964 to 1967. Married Yolanda Garza a month after discharge from the Army and have been married forty-five years. Walter is a progressive political activist and has been for about fifty years and a follower of Pagan religious tradition for about twenty years. Have previously published newspaper articles in The Southern Patriot and the New York City Guardian newspapers (both defunct progressive newspapers) in the 1970s and have recently published articles in The Missouri Chigger, an Ozark area magazine, and the Brownsville Herald. Enjoys writing, sculpture, hunting, fishing, hiking, birdwatching, reading, traveling, and all outdoor activities.

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