where is this spirit that you speak of?
is it the sun crossing the sky majestically?
or the moon wading into the waters of time
bringing light and reflection upon its waves
no universe left behind
the answer you get isn’t always the answer
there is no darkness that cannot be illuminated
even if it’s lit up by false candles
everyone needs a touch of madness///
it’s the only way to stay sane
whenever it’s too something, be assured
for the wheel will turn
it was an afternoon of beautiful idleness -
for candles and incense
you must listen intently to hear the voices of the raindrops
if you don’t know hear them, you’re wasting your time
nothing seemed to matter much anymore
that’s all that mattered
at last, there was some clarity
that’s when she started telling me in a low whisper
a scorpio moon was rising in the east
there was a magical winter solstice coming
an equinox of epic proportions so she said
the 12th house was coming
the waxing moon a-begging
saturn returning to the celestial sphere…/
I just kept trying to decipher the raindrops
