The Summoning

(A mystic whispers) Through this scrying mirror Be it by Eyes, Touch, Paper, or Phone Let my power Melt your heart of stone Through Wind, fire, wave, and sea I see you Are you ready to atone Can you feel me Rolling in Like green moss Creeping across Warm wet skin So you can absorb me More To open wide All your mind's closed doors To let me in So long nights Can begin With Earth warmed By new shadows Borne Open up so I can linger within Until dawn Willing heat to rise up Like young pawns Called to fight In Winter's War of Emotions So prepare well Summer Solstice is coming soon On the 21st of June A rebirth A time of new beginnings and spells With me and you Engaging in deep breathing In hot bedrooms, Wallpapered in sinning and yells Where old feelings flee With the ringing of our libidos bells To be swept away By sweet cries of a new renaissance that will never stop And be replaced by new psyops As all your resistance Drops (C) Copyright John Duffy