TO MY INTERNET FAMILY AT TWOHAWKS NEST

Magic is Everywhere, said The Crow
With flowers come showers to make them grow
Lovely fragrance from their petals
On bower and bed, it shows.

With flowers comes the rain to make them glisten to make them glow
Love can be stormy sometimes, lovers may blow their own whistles
But others take kisses of delight removing the tuff of thistles
And simply fly away together with them.
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Brigid, fair Brigid,
Come down from your tower
Shower my bower with love and delight
Enfold my heart in golden light
Reveal the story of your gift of life
In the silky strands of silver white hair
Cleansing worry and strife, like the Magdelene
Be my wife, fairest one!
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Petals torn from the callus, love stemming from my heart
Colors screaming in the air
You scare me when you play that part.
Peel me gently, layer by layer
Like a flower in a vase, let me fall where I may
Soft and still upon the ground
Let the wind take these petals, this mettle and fly
Only then will the sky know where true love is found.

Oh Wanderer of The Day, fearful of The Night
Be one with me at night
The Prince of Day has done this so many times, come rain, come sleet, come snow
He should know. He and I were married many years ago, our love for each other is still intact.
He eagerly comes to bed down with me at twilight time every act of every play.
So, weary Wanderer, remove your cloak of sadness, fear and lack of hope, "What say thee?"
Bed down naked with me, be eager and free. Dance in my bed with Owl and me
Knowing that The Dark Night Your The Soul always
Gives way to the free, unbridled striding
Of Wild Horses in The Sun such as you and me.
Our reins have been removed over and over long ago, our chariots left to wander aimlessly.
Son of Epona, Cauldron of Magic, Merriment and Myth
You still need tending. The Summerlands can wait.
Join all The Mothers of the Night now
As we prepare for The Light of The Morning come next Spring.
Exchange your horn for a more melodious lute, perhaps a lovely lute.
The kind Orpheus plays for his beloved Eurydice.
Remember The Magic of The Night is but a prelude
To the ecstatic chorus of light and life which The Day has to offer.
So, Wanderer, let Eagle rule The Day, and Hawk The Night
Teach them what you've learned from Grandmother Owl and me, and
Return to us tomorrow night. Tell us what you've learned from them.
Then together one day, all five of us will head for The Unknown Sky
I'm sure there's plenty of magic in The Words we've shown,
Including enough for a Thousand Suns! No need to ask us how or why,
Or when it will all be over or come undone.

Maybe it never will!
Aho!