The moon approaches full soon,
closer to solstice than thought.
Powerful? I'd say perhaps.
The rebirth of the Sun Lord.
There is a vortex of energy and light
that must be tapped
to sustain the weak wobbly one
through the days of bartering
and muscle work.

The young one says,
diagnose me, help me.
The old one says,
dig deep, look inside
and find your way.
Many before you have been lost,
Find the focus, look within it,
and it will find you.
She says, the gray one will give me a label.
The old one keeps an eye and ear close.

Witches are born,
and witches die,
although the magick never dies.
It is passed on.
The young one will learn.

I pass through the days
with daemon Sha****** on my left.
She flies ahead to seek
the path that will lead
the old one to her castle in the sky.
Indeed, it is a castle in the sky
where magick abounds.
The time is near for rocks to speak,
and hawks to fly,
and eagles to soar,
and owls to screech,
and phoenixs to be reborn,
and bears to drift away,
and tigers to be the victors.
The time is approaching.

Oh what a time it will be.
And it will be our time.
You and Me