Invocations

Unfold your night... wings wide and treasure the visions of the dreamer, Under sky and under moon, Thoughts of nightstalking make my heart swoon, Feel it invocation, That certain call, Revealing the magic that touches us all, When the wind whispers its song in the subconscious, Mystery that up until now we have not discovered yet, Should you understand the voices in the wind, Listen carefully lest you miss the secrets of the past, Find that echo celebrated only in time, Held through those dreams completed beyond all imagination, And the illusions reach past that whisper held in a mind, Varied second by second, Say hello to my friend the ent, Who will tell you stories of times untold, Those songs of the heart which complete the soul, Dimensions reached in the astral, Those planes which ascend to dark mountains and realms, Red with fervent flamed undying, Always constant, Home to many forces known not by mortal men, Magic from the bowels of Earth, untamed and unyielding, Untainted by one certain way of thinking that is ours, Reflected through those centuries varied in an eon, Where simplicity touches in realms where a horizon meets the next day. July 20, 2000 By: B.E. Whitehorn & Allan Perry Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 06:00 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn    0 • 18 • 12