Night of Saint John

On Saint John’s night Full moon shines on with its eerie light The ancient nymphs dance with delight The flower of fern small and unassuming will sprite Yet something is in the flower above which nymphs take flight Some kind of mysterious deep light Something that if in one’s hand it is one can’t help to gaze up at stars into the night The flower caries second sight The senses it will excite But one can’t sleep until dawns light That is the only way divination to macrocosm will bring the inner sight The all Seeing Eye macrocosmic future ghostwrite The destiny is pushed further and so is birthright Switching with macrocosm all levels are beyond infinite in their fight All nonlinearly beyond expanse at the base as imbued macrocosm shines bright The beyond destiny will always be beyond as in imbued macrocosm future will dendrite