Light up some sage.
Bring down your cauldron.
Put a candle on.
Let the rain be your music.

I am no wizard.
Nor am I a man of god.
But in times like these.
Maybe I should believe in someone.

Who am I?
A man split in two.
Consumed by anger.
Driven by freedom.

I am containing myself.
Holding back.
Baby, this isn't who I am.
I fight for what I want.

Think not of is as an act of selfishness...I am not selfish.
Nor as an act of heroism...I am no hero.
But because I understand what you are, who you are.
Im holding myself back. Fighting myself.

Finding a reason...why should I stop?
It's because you respect her boy.
You fool. Slave to love.
Captive of your own desires.

I am no wizard.
Nor am I a man of god.
But in times like these.
Maybe I should believe in myself.

Light up some sage.
Let the ashes fall in the heathen ***.
Get that sentimental pendant...
And wear that red gem around your neck.

There is a lion up above embedded in the stars.
At midpoint between the stars and the sea, flashes a green light.
Slightly above sea level are two people sharing conversation.
And below in the deep sea are two fish tied together.

The lion roared filling the girl up with interest.
The fish stirred up the current making sure his conversation remains interesting.
The green light flashed brighter with each passing second.
Making sure they remained safe and the night remains lit.

They connected on that night.
Soul, heart and mind.
The attraction was there.
But only poems could reveal what they felt.

Forbidden and forsaken.
Yet still driven towards each other.
Old souls re connected.
Ancient feelings re visited.