The rain returns, To serenade me, As I sit amidst a drought, Of life, Whose roots dig desperately, To the past, Wherein the scent of perfect days Is returned from desiccation, By simple droplets, Each a looking glass, Into avenues I long to walk again.
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… Continue reading Magick of Eternity
A man looks into a mirror And screams; For it is not he, Nor his reflection.
The cities are sour, Filled with people that cower Yet silently, in bliss; the trees flower.
Humans are vessels, For an energy brighter than the stars, And who would seek to fly ever more On wings of gold and souls of old. But if you desire to prove me wrong Ask yourself, would you rather; Fly with me, Or sing your quarantine song?