The Dragon

The dragon rising from the cave,
From the cauldron of rebirth,
The sleeping one again awakes,
From within the olden earth,
Sweep my hand across the grains,
My eyes a violet sky to meet,
A flower on a scarlet day,
A weed amidst the golden wheat…
The mistletoe shall ever grow,
Within the grove of magic dreams,
The serpent in the round of oaks,
The medicine of poison leaves,
Sweep my hand across the grains,
And thank the blessed giving rains,
For the dragon is born again,
And none have ever lived in vain…
The earth trembles with blessed dreams,
And the unseen dreamer weaves the seams,
The rainbow serpent has taken flight,
And the magic dream has come to life,
When harvest skies are cold and grey,
Fol de rol I’m on my way,
Through winter nights and summer days,
Fol de rol I’m on my way,
Sweep my hand across the grains,
Fol de rol I’m on my way,
For the dragon is born again,
And fol de rol I’m on my way…

Nightblossom

Kiss the petals when the stars all bloom,
Dance the spiral and jump the broom,
Climb the gyre through the darkened storm,
By the crescents horns the night is born,
And as I walked that lonely stair,
And rode the sky on a starry mare,
A great white owl rose in the sky,
And dreamed the flight of lullabies,
Grandmother gazing from the stars,
With shadowy eyes and silvery hair,
Becoming a newborn child,
Gazing down in the midnight air,
Spiraling down in the nighttime sky…
And there within the halos’ nest,
The tattered wings of ravens rest,
The woven twig and thread and thorn,
The twinkling eyes of the moonlit faun,
And as I climbed that lonely tower,
There within the midnight hour,
The piping of the hillside breeze,
The orchestra of windy trees,
Old one gazing from the stars,
Wrinkles of wisdom and lines of grace,
Suddenly the world grows calm,
When you show your newborn face,
Spiraling down in the nighttime sky…
The drifting smoke of our vigil fires,
Rises through the rainbow crown,
The movement of the dance inspires,
A vision spiraling to the ground,
And as I wandered lost in awe,
Without a worry or a fright,
The loneliness was here no more,
As silver wings filled the night,
The mirror in the indigo,
Soft as sand and white as snow,
Newborn eyes young and bright,
Grace the elder face of night,
Spiraling down in the nighttime sky…

Morgana Moon

When the crescent lifts her shadowy veil,
And the wood grows bright with silver light,
The queen of night with a crown of stars,
Dances through the clouds in flight,
And in her face a memory,
Of long ago in a distant sea,
When she called upon the ocean waves,
And spoke of times forgotten days,
She calls me to the river,
And holds me by the water,
And gazing in her mirror,
A glimpse of forever,
And so her love called on the sea,
And the clouds danced over the thirsty land,
And falling upon the distant peaks,
Down to the valley how the waters ran,
And the sea became many rivers,
Journeying alone,
And even forgetting from whence they came,
They always ran towards home again,
She calls me to the river,
And holds me by the water,
And gazing in her mirror,
A glimpse of forever,
And by the light of the moon so bright,
In the valley where the waters meet,
Two rivers becoming one,
And journeying home to the sea,
And by the light of the moon so bright,
In the valley where the waters meet,
Many rivers becoming one,
And journeying home to the sea…

Midnight Ring

Wander,
By the wick and the wax,
Onward,
By the stick and the staff,
See the moon in the waves
of the shimmering seas,
Listening,
To the twinkling of stars,
Glistening,
In all that we are,
Find the rhythm in the wind
through the wavering trees,
Wash your sorrows
in the river of memories…
So put the wood on the pile,
Let the flames grow tall,
Gather round and make your sound,
Oh kindle the fire,
And sound the call,
To dance in the midnight round…
Sojourn,
Through the valley of the night,
Gather,
By the standing stones tonight,
Through the wood and the fields
with a gift to bring,
Onward,
Through the twilight and the dawn,
Onward
Through the barley and the corn,
Through the meadows
the melody of life still sings,
All around to the sound
in the midnight ring…
So put the wood on the pile,
let the flames grow tall,
Gather round and make your sound,
Oh kindle the fire,
And sound the call,
To dance in the midnight round…
Gallop,
Beyond the rising hills,
Journey,
Through the winters windy chills,
Until the bloom of the flowers
of the budding spring…

Mermaid

Well the ocean never forgets it’s song,
To the waves longing to belong,
And the moon never forgets the tide,
In the waves her gleaming palace hides,

And the sea as deep as her eyes,
By the shore the sound of her cries,

How the sea cries for the shore,
To see her lovers eyes once more,
To a body longing to belong,
From the palace she rose to be born,

And the sea as deep as her eyes,
And the moon never forgets the tide,
To the waves longing to belong,
And trhe ocean never forgets it’s song,
And trhe ocean never forgets it’s song,
The ocean never forgets it’s song…

Larksong

From the tattered remnants of long before,
And the scattered ruins of myth and lore,
From the foggy morning above the moor,
Pages on the wind,
The shattered reflections
Of our splashing tears,
In the mirrored pools of yesteryear,
Upon the water a vision appears,
Like a ghost on the wind,
I hear the voices all whispering,
And mingling in the dark,
The dew of morning bright and glistening,
In the sweet song of the lark,
The mosaic patterns of the emerald shade,
The woven webs and dreamy braids,
The vivid vision of the virgin wood,
As pure as the fire in the blood,
When the singer sleeps and the phantom wind,
Blows across this land again,
Oh sing that forgotten verse,
Pages on the wind,
I hear the voices all whispering,
And mingling in the dark,
The dew of morning bright and glistening,
In the sweet song of the lark,
In a wood so silent,
On a night so dark,
There you left your shining mark,
And in the morning came a lark,
Pages on the wind…

I Remember

Hear the howling of wolves,
Provoking the night,
With wild dances,
In the full moon light,
Run with horned one,
To the hollow hills,
Hear the beating of hooves,
In the night once still,
Of dances in the bonfire light,
I remember,
Old voices singing in the night,
I remember…
Speak to the shadows,
Listen to the moon,
Hear the silver crescent croon,
Run to the crogan,
When midnight wails,
As she twists like a dragon,
With scarlet scales,
Of fiery manes and emerald eyes,
I remember,
Gazing deep within the fire,
I remember…
In the woodland mist,
In the early morn,
The eyes of night,
Greet the rise of dawn,
The full moon watches,
As the sun awakes,
And sees the reflection,
Looking into the lake,
Of dances in the bonfire light,
I remember,
Old voices singing in the night,
I remember…
Of dances in the bonfire light,
I remember,
Gazing deep within the fire,
I remember…

Faery Mist

In the shade where the maidens wade,
The dew sleeps on the petals,
With an acorn cap and the scent of sap,
A lonely pixie meddles,
The mushroom springs from a mossy bed,
Of fragrant moonlight dreaming,
And from the fire in the head,
Enchanted rivers streaming,
Through the mist on the waters of dreaming,
Oh drink now from the river of sight,
Where the unseen world is wildly weaving,
In the melancholy wood of night…
The silky luminescent wings,
Of midnights’ moonbeam riddles,
Sung upon the silver strings,
Of starlit forest fiddles,
The spiral of the branches reach,
The pattern of all life,
Written in the melody,
Upon a faery fife,
Through the mist on the waters of dreaming,
Oh drink now from the river of sight,
Where the unseen world is wildly weaving,
In the melancholy wood of night…
The ivy crowns and lichen gowns,
Of dryads’ woven dances,
Perched upon a toadstool throne,
A midnight faery glances,
Under the hill in the wild night,
The one the pixies kissed,
Hidden from all doubtful sight,
The treasures of the mist,
Through the mist on the waters of dreaming,
Oh drink now from the river of sight,
Where the unseen world is wildly weaving,
In the melancholy wood of night…