The clouds occlude the sun and the times change and your tears fall into the fires once again. Are you lost?
In the old places, the green and black, where you tread when you are alone, into the moments you were woven and entrusted.
To greet life with life, hope with joy, giving with nurturing.
Are your secrets so secret?
Will you walk a long mile with me on a short path?
Can you remember. Will you walk back, and simply know.
Will you find me in the Golden Dawn?
2007-11-08
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