Cool Green gather
        to my will;
      wind-song stir
     the singing leaf.
      Branches white
   with earth-born might
    shield this child
     from red-eyed grief.

      Burning moon--
   weep silver tears,
    fill Elvin hands
  with quickened fire.
 Purify all desecration.
    let this heart
   become your pyre

    Cold moon fire,
    bright as life
 warm earth-strength
    deep as time,
    merge in me,
  a common flame
   need compels you
    to combine
    ignite me with 
  this simple rhyme

   wheel of time--
   stars of chance
    Awaken now
  within the dance--
  release your hold
   upon this shore
 That destined winds
 may sweep me through
   the threshold
of an unseen door--

      Fair Avalon
    I cannot linger
    where beauty
   can never fade,
    for love's pain
    here, is eternal
    I cannot abide
  your gentle chains.
 
          I exile
    my expectations
    and doom myself
      to iron's thrall
   I'll walk the human
    world once more
   where dying leaves
   know how to fall.