Stand out rain-side storm—washed sand and dune walls wet as water-waves mix and crash against shoreline in salt and foam and disappear quickly with rain and wind. World team and spirited robots—we all bear the barest of notional influence and the together of worlds wait for everyone.
As the piper plays, children dance into this ragged sorted night and as they dance the Goddess flashes and those dashes of darkness—thunder dare— disturbs the claps of little hands and rings joined songs and laughter only as children laugh or angels sing. The calls of pipers and drummers’ thunder and the sorting days of Coven call and repeat the role of rolls and the answer ones again—dance behind and beside the players of flutes and of simple dancing songs.
Communion deep with Clown not flesh …Watch and dodge the Wiz-Bangs bright and step inside the fright of night—as barbed wire rise above this ditch and as we climb—embrace the Witch. Is truth about to speak as love touch rides those flashes—wiz-bang deep—to lip kiss life—sweets—asleep.
‘Love is an exception to what we usually see? Watch the umbrella—two to share. Arms around first shoulder and then to waist. A lean each toward other. A cheek—a brush of mouth-to-skin. Walking…hair-to-hair and hip-to-hip. And! Ready we the mother-ship…’
Love is the only power that matters the matter—Spirit Fleshed and Body Spirited—Time and the distance between heaven spaced and drops of rain…’Tis good this love—this place—this now—this then and again across reaches and spaces beyond time measure—moments eternal—Love eternally—internal—external—forever now—then forever—eternally ours—without-within—together we begin and end and begin again. Face touch—heart thump—we know for moment—twirl that we belong to-two-too…’Tis good to belong—donchathink?
‘Daylight break the night today—Night time take the fear away—Sing-Song now and Sing-Song then—Let the counting time begin—And we will fall away-fall-away—away again.’
And! Beautiful your are…
‘Wish I had an Angel’—Nightwish