You Call to Me

You call to me
On a moonlit night
You flow through me like honey
Pure blissful delight

You call to me
And I ache to hear
You weave through me such music
Two souls dancing near

You call to me
And your voice sounds like silver
Forked lightning
You burn through me
You burn

You call to me
I can see your eyes
Twin suns ablaze with fire
A golden sunrise

You call to me
My heart’s not my own
I feel you all around it
You’ve made it your home

You call to me
And your voice sounds like silver
Forked lightning
You burn through me
You burn

You call to me
I walk down your path
All falls away to darkness
My light is your laugh

You call to me
I float in your deep
You ring me in blue fire
And swallow to keep

You call to me
And your voice sounds like silver
Forked lightning
You burn through me
You burn

You burn

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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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