I sit in silence
Or thunder and rain,
Pulled there by a desire,
Which seeks to manifest,
Along paths that few invest.
With incense and flame
Or daylight and breeze,
The power never wains,
For as with eternities long gone,
We are still with Magick at one
With each breath I then pull
Upon the energy of the world,
Before reaching out to the stars,
To colour my soul by the cosmos;
Whose desires return in crescendos.
