Spell

Once upon a time                                  twice in a lifetime 

when the spirits were vague              suffering from somnia

the night of the owl                                was carved in stone

a weaver finch comes                        weaves the cloth of awe







As black as the crow                                as white as the swan

the lady of the forest                          whispers through the trees

follow no path                                                  let it reveal itself

the greenman answers                      by the sound of the pinecone










The shooting star left a long trail          and glittered in the night sky

we've transcended the spelling                            to our own database

while the conservation work                                  has been completed

everything was built                      by the manner of vertical horizontal








Tranquility it washes the garden                          a warm spring day

they will become links                               for elements are my friends

as the moon governs the water                         with its own reflection

to recite during the rite                                      vibrates its own rhyme










Wrapping around the space                    wrapped around by time

history doesn't repeat itself           pitch black after the stormy day

light years of being                                how the shooting star moves   

 and you will know that                          from their heart and spirit

Pagans spell when they spell.