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Single candle, softly glimmer,
Strike the bell, three crystal sounds,
Gather robed and hooded figures,
Cast the circle thrice around.
Elements all lit and summoned,
Dance the rising power cone,
Sacred space now full envisioned,
IAO in rising tones.
Soft to silence, focused inward,
Lord and Lady now draw near,
Bastion of the Will, thrice layered,
We'll work a might of magic here.
Strike the bell, three crystal sounds,
Gather robed and hooded figures,
Cast the circle thrice around.
Elements all lit and summoned,
Dance the rising power cone,
Sacred space now full envisioned,
IAO in rising tones.
Soft to silence, focused inward,
Lord and Lady now draw near,
Bastion of the Will, thrice layered,
We'll work a might of magic here.
Literature
Bansid
I heard the lonely Bansid, cry
Calling ocean mist across the sky
I know in the ocean he will die,
When the wind begins to cry
And the moon to lie.
Oh darling, I cry for you,
On the cliffs I wretch…..
Oh darling, come home soon
So I join her wail,
Calling to the soul
Soon to be kept by the water
And I wonder if she knows,
What loss is.
I heard the lonely Bansid, cry
Calling ocean mist across the sky
I know in the ocean he will die,
When the wind begins to cry
And the moon to lie.
Oh darling, you are drowning,
In the fury of the sea,
Oh darling, I love you,
So I'll follow thee,
Throwing my heart to the sea,
Soon to b
Literature
Dromomania
Every day I turn the key in the lock
Hoping to find you
tucked into the white folds
of an envelope,
of the bath towel I left on the sofa this morning.
But you and I, we haven't the breadth for that sort of thing.
I wish I could send you something of spring,
some distended meteor green with hope.
I'm watching the last of the oak leaves cling
stubborn
and I think
spring may not be coming this year.
There is no birdsong, there is
the furious sleeping of toads in the mud.
I came on the bench
where I slept in the warmth of your memory
this time last year.
Now the thought seems less mine and maybe it was
me you'd dreamt beside,
m
Literature
Untitled
Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
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Lovely, wicked and good metaphors 