Renewal
By Linrose
The ancient call beckoned my way ~ Its siren song slithered through gaps of time; Luring me, then grasping me, like a bird of prey ~ Its message seen through a dance of mime; We met, once again, on sacred grounds ~ Where echoes of mystical rites lingered; The voices of our souls did resound ~ With love incantations, now blurred; Words of power released by fiery tongues ~ Ebbed and infused into primeval stones; Now rise to the surface along cryptic rungs ~ Of ceremonies staged on shadows of tribal bones. Occult vows renewed like the sheath of a snake, We gaze beyond crystal eyes into Eternity, Oracles from the past, impossible to fake ~ We humbly invoke them with an initiate's certainty. Written April 15th, 1994 © on Oct 03 2001 11:01 AM PST 0 • 10
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