"Where the moon dances and the raven sings / The song which is the rhythm of our lives"
Midnight Song
Come let us breathe fresh magic from the air And feel how free it is to be alive All times all places always anywhere Particularly right now and right here In this our time our place in time and space As we wait for the magic to appear
Come tingle with surprise as midnight brings Something out of nothing which is born there Where the moon dances and the raven sings The song which is the rhythm of our lives
Come let us breathe fresh magic from the air And see what is brought when midnight arrives When the hands of time are raised to its face In a timeless moment of victory The triumph of time having run its race And won when the clock strikes for you and me
Who (whomever this was intended for) could resist such an invitation, Stevie? I see the moon holds a special fascination for you as it does for me. Thank you, my friend. Love and peace to you,
Very mystical write...I'm not sure if it is about magic, or if it is spiritual...nevertheless it is beautiful and wonderful imagery.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Magic lines Steve, pure magic. The images and emotions that this poem evoke are sharp and clear and I feel them deeply. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
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A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
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Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
The song which is the rhythm of our lives
I like this one. It sounds like Halloween.
God Bless,
Lew
Peace. Joyce
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