Magic will rise
Misunderstood and feared
But casting beauty
For eyes that see miracles
When darkness falls
Our power lights a soft sun
Resting calm
In a garden bathed by lady moon
With earth soft
Against the soles of our feet
The world unguarded
Tranquil
Far removed from the mayhem
Beneath the glaring
Light of day
Interrogation harsh
And the madness of careless words
We seek the comfort
Of the nighttime
And the spell of protection
We weave ~ Caroline A. Slee