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  In Gowan Ring
  "Hazel steps through a Weathered Home"

  Hazel Steps
   

  Give to me the token
  By light of full moon glare
  Speak the flower's ardour
  A blade unto the air
  Lift a lonely finger
  To touch of my heart skin
  The world becomes a muscle
  Released in gentle flexion

  Lovers dance a hazel step in fluid pace trace whispers in the clear

  Calling as it passes
  To linger as it grows
  Down the mantles laces
  A braid upon the prow
  Peer into my harbor
  Sift the trysted strands
  A gift of many waters
  Entwined with Love's lost hands

  Lovers dance a hazel step in fluid pace trace whispers in the clear

  A sign inside the picture
  The dream upon the lips
  The phrase is left unspoken
  Inscribe the sign to fit
  Give to me the token
  By light of full moon glare
  Speak the flower's ardour
  A blade unto the air

   

  "The Glinting Spade"

  A Bee at the Dolmen's Dell

  Where will you go? What will you do
  When the moon would meet a rising sun?
  To echo the stones in motion and rhythm
  to Breathe a moon sheathed tone
  With eyes in the heavens
  a chain of flame image in starry bowl
  Hands in the sky, thoughts as clouds
  Vast in moving arms
  The Fish and the Fisher
  The boat and the Water
  The Sun that circles the Star
  The Throstle, the Worm
  The Eagle, The Lion
  The Dove, Calf, and Lamb Wove in the water, a Glint on the Spade
  Bending the Gnarled Strand
  Dewed and tallow; Spindled, unspun
  on cipher's string strung
  The Heft of the Handle
  The Blade in the Slit
  The Earth and the bloody Wound
  The Sheen of the Slab
  The Supple Steam
  Gleaming moon stone smooth A Broken Heart Laughing
  Fold into figure
  Woven on sylvan shells
  the saints and the sentries with tassel and withy
  A Bee at the Dolmen's Dell

   

  Arrrowsmith's Fire

  Wine Laced love stained pages of verse
  Bound and forged by Vision's lore
  at the Arrowsmith's Fire
  Mind like a candle burning...
  In a Masquerade of dumb eyes
  Scars of seasons passing
  all life comes to but one moments
  Flickering Touch
  Heavy in the hand, smooth to the thumb
  Patterns of fable, horn-crescent adorned
  Picture and pathway
  Framed in endless show
  'twixt the gaze and the eyelid's wink
  in a soft lit room with mellowing drink
  all life comes to but one moments
  Slippery Touch
   

  T.S. Eliot

  "New Hampshire"

  Children's voices in the orchard
  Between the blossom — and the fruit-time:
  Golden head, crimson head,
  Between the green tip and the root.
  Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
  Twenty years and the spring is over;
  To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
  Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
  Golden head, black wing,
  Cling, swing,
  Spring, sing,
  Swing up into the apple-tree.

  
  Harvest Rain
  All Lyrics by Jason Alfred III Thompkins

  My Butterfly

  My butterfly came from a twilight wood
  And she took the wind
  She took the wind
  And she took the evening too
  For in the night
  Where dew-drops have a name
  And they drop from the Bella-Donna
  Giving each drop it’s own name
  And your name shall be Morning Star
  You are the next in council
  And suffer a fallen scar
  And your name shall be “Of Serpent”
  You gave intelligence and brought Light
  To my butterfly Fly now, when Autumn brings the cold
  And take the wind
  Take the wind
  To a Grave of violent gold
  For this day
  This threshold of your love
  I’ll cut your wings
  I’ll cut your wings
  And I’ll save them in a book….

   

  Blood of Dawn

  Step inside the morning, child
  It’s history is mystery
  Look throughout the Autumn sky
  And draw a picture of energy
  Try to find the morning, child
  The frailly fog is crying to God
  Maybe in the Autumn breeze
  He’ll fall from clouds of energy
  Make love to the morning, child
  And spill some hopeInside his sky
  For you have tasted Autumn rain
  That falls from eyes
  ...of energy

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