Magic and Life
Trudging in moors of purple gorse,
Mired in the bogs, binding, confining,
My heart was seeking, searching.
Each step lifted with heavy spirit,
Wearied of the confusion.
Exhausted and frayed,
I, at last, saw a sight,
A sight this heart stayed.
An arch of glowing stone,
Filled with moonbeams
On this Vernal Equinox night.
Shadows of figures moving
In the shimmering mist,
Audible sounds of a flute and lyre,
Fell upon my once deafened ear.
Mustering every workable fragment
Of a heart sheared in two,
I forced my steps,
One by one,
One by two.
"Come hither, witch"
A voice beckoned in the mist
"Lay aside thy burden,
Step away from Sadness Wall."
I struggled to run,
The summons to answer.
"Listen, witch, come hither."
I felt myself dissolving this form,
Melting away in the dark early morn.
Until I was but spirit,
Unaged but of destiny,
Only a vibrating heart
On wings of thoughts set free.
Through the arch, the Portal door,
Into the Escarp world of before.
New form as light,
A world of the beauty
And constancy my soul so desired.
Imagination and inspiration inspired.
The Portal was closing
On the moors of purple gorse.
The broken, lifeless shell lay fallen,
One hand outreached,
Finding only emptiness.
Vernal Equinox, day of even hours,
Returning me to my world of majick dreams,
There would be no going back.
As I was, witch of light,
Now that my heart had taken flight.