The fire hissed and crackled
It leaped up toward the sky
The forest was dark around us
As we raised our voices high;

Flames brought warmth and comfort
And light by which to see
As we cast our circle
To invoke our Deities;

Look into the flames and embers
Feel the passion and will and strength
See protection and action and courage
Know the joy of success at length;

Fire is a two-edged sword
Having not always been used for good
Watch the ignorant, frightened people
As they gather the innocent wood;

Flames raged on the hillsides
With agony, terror and fear
Fire, a symbol of the burning time
Not looked on then so dear.

Harvest fires are burning
Upon the verdant hills
Pagans gather in Circles
Summoning their wills.

Leaves colored gaily
Spiral to the ground
Create a colorful carpet
As the Wheel turns round.

Smoke rises thickly
Drifts among the trees
Moon sails over head
Pleased by what she sees.

   Sprigs of oak and holly
Sheaves of corn and wheat
Signify abundance
Gathering time complete.

Hunting Lord is stalking
Deep wood, field, stream
Game harvest approaches
Stag are on the scene.

Departed pay a visit
Weaving plane to plane
Reminding that we, too
Will return again and again.

Do you revel in the smell of the Earth as the seasons change?
And ice patterns that form on windows in winter?
Do you like holidays and Sundays and Fridays?
Do you like to have your face touched?
And your eyelids kissed?
And the tip of your nose?
Do you like to lie on your back in a field of wildflowers?
And watch clouds move across the sky?
Do you love storms?
Can you feel their power?
Do you like soft, gray days?
And bright sunlit ones?
And walking in a summer rain?
And fireflies?
And butterflies?
Do you like to receive brown paper packages ******* with string?
And having your ear lobes nibbled?
Do you like to cook over a campfire?
Then sit nearby and watch the flames?
And sleep under the stars?
Do you like stones and herbs?
Do you drink coffee?
Do you put too much salt on your food?
Would you allow me to watch you shave?
Do you sometimes like wine with dinner?
And eating by candlelight?
Do you keep a glass of water on your bedside table at night?
Are your keys on your keyring in order by size?
And do the teeth all face the same way?
Do you put the cap back on the toothpaste?
Do you like rainbows?
And waterfalls?
Do you have to touch moss?
And dandelions gone to seed?
Would you like to chase me?
Do you like to hold hands?
And the touch of a hand reaching for you in the night?
Do you like to fly kites in spring winds?
Against a bright blue sky?
In a field of dandelions?
Do you feel a special joy in things that grow without your intervention?
Like wild strawberries and thistles?
Do you like the spongy give of pine needles on the forest floor?
Do you like the salt taste on your lips from the ocean?
Would you like it on mine?
Do you like the sound of a boat gently rubbing against a dock in the dark?
And the sound of tree branches rubbing against each other in the wind?
Do you like stone steps?
And covered bridges?
And walking through soft, thick fog?
Do you get 'high' on sunshine?
And making love?
Do you like to have someone tag along behind as you putter about?
To provide you with an extra hand?
And make you laugh?
Do you feel awe when you look at a mountain?
And a valley? And trees? And water? And every living thing?
Do you believe in God's Magic?

All day I held the memory of you
A soft, gentle holding
A feeling of being in harmony with you
A joy in knowing you are there
Even when the world is dark and dreary
The magic of you makes things bright.

I have need of more time with you
So much I want to learn while you are mine
While we are sharing this gift of togetherness
Much of your experience you can bring to me
And there are parts of my world
You have yet to see,

I am emotional, passionate, obsessed
Borne from peak to peak
Repeatedly plunged into
one abyss after another
My pendulum always in motion
I have need of peace and security
and you.

There is something dark
and forbidding within me
A despondency that lessens
the life force of me
Hopelessness I don't
want to live with
It is not conquered yet
But returns to me again
and again
Causing within me pain
confusion and doubt
It is my own personal demon
Its exorcism possible only by me.