Circles


Casting circles in the moonlight neath the hollow of a tree,
Chanting words that thru the ages have beckoned you to me,

The dome of stars above me, the earth beneath my feet,
The leaves cast filtered moonlight like a carpet neath our tree,

Circles end at their beginnings, they bring you back to me,
First some willow, then some elder, and some Dittany of Crete,
Chanting words that thru the ages have beckoned you to me,

Power drawn around me from the earth beneath my feet,
I harken you to join me, both sword and cup complete,

Chanting words that thru the ages have drawn you back to me
Circles end at their beginnings they make a life complete

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