Dance Dance

Fire twirling in His hands
He dances life into these lands
Water falling from His hair
The song of life flows through the air

Dance dance
Dancing life into these lands
Dance dance
The song of life flows through these hands

She is veiled in mystery
From sky above through land to sea
Through all the Realms Her voice is heard
The song of life wrapped in Her wyrd

Dance dance
Dancing life into these lands
Dance dance
The song of life flows through these hands

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn View all posts by Stoneacorn (Xander)

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