Incantations whispered into waiting soil A richness to the harvest as of blessings unseen, unknown The moon will rise Not once, but twice calling us to dance, to thrive The magicks return, return at long last A voice flowing with rivers and time And the world slumbers quiet in peace and overcoming Now that our … Continue reading Return, Return… #wwwblogs
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The Dance ~ #wwwblogs
We can find our way in the dark those sentinels stand tall obliterating stars calling out to us in a music that makes the blood rise with memories we have set aside Though we bury ourselves in logic and push our intuition aside there is a pulse keeping time inviting us into our own, old … Continue reading The Dance ~ #wwwblogs