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The magic of the circle. . .

Never born, never dies

The magic of the night

Calls out the spell

To being me home and to

Bring me out of myself.

 

I hold your hand as I have

For a thousand life times,

And you lead me into the

Realm of the deepest Unknown,

As time and space dissolve

Into our very cell memory.

 

But this journey is different

As never before, and never again.

Enchantment is but a fleeting moment

Not a lifetime’s art and craft.

 

We have made an oath to seek each other

Until time no longer is.

This dance between spirits has

Been altered by the elements, the wind, and the sea.

 

Instead of intermingling, entwining,

Dancing like fire fairies

Free and unencumbered

We walk mindfully

Step in front of step

Parallel and similar and yet secluded

Toward the same goal.

 

Our closeness is distant.

The spin of the wheel, the Infinite Circle of All,

And things are altered so quickly.

Birth and death are but one fleeting moment

And will not be changed,

awaiting the next round to begin.

 

Only one choice and

Heaven and Earth revolve until

Sense cannot be found and logic is but like the mist

On the dawn’s eve.

 

Prayers upon a flame

Seem to fly off into the night sky

Never to be heard by man,

But only by the gods.

9/4/04

 

 

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