(A mystic whispers)

Through this scrying mirror

Be it by
Eyes, Touch, Paper, or Phone

Let my power
Melt your heart of stone

Through
Wind, fire, wave, and sea

I see you
Are you ready to atone

Can you feel me
Rolling in

Like green moss
Creeping across
Warm wet skin

So you can absorb me
More

To open wide
All your mind's closed doors

To let me in
So long nights
Can begin

With Earth warmed
By new shadows
Borne

Open up so I can linger within
Until dawn

Willing heat to rise up
Like young pawns

Called to fight
In Winter's War of Emotions

So prepare well

Summer Solstice is coming soon
On the 21st of June

A rebirth
A time of new beginnings and spells

With me and you
Engaging in deep breathing

In hot bedrooms,
Wallpapered in sinning and yells

Where old feelings flee
With the ringing of our libidos bells

To be swept away

By sweet cries of a new renaissance that will never stop

And be replaced by new psyops

As all your resistance
Drops

(C)
Copyright John Duffy