The heart of a ley line lies in the slip.
Stop at the stop sign wait for the earth ship.
The miffed moon’s glow drips on smelted shore.
Earth sails by, miffed moon sighs, the stars adore
their constellations. Flow in sliver shine
in truth, mellow that mesmerizes rewinds
time to spark a jaundiced eye. A slight
decline trips time as slim fingers take flight.
As each wave crests it whispers “I have
secrets to share before I fade away.
So I shall leave a wisp of mist
to glide on swirls of air.
The sun shall pass my story on.
that our love may resonate for a time.”
The mist hangs silver over sacred glade.
The thirteen chant and dance by swirling rill
in voices high and fair as fairy trills.
From a ring of runic stones flairs a wave.
A standing wave of summoned power
glows in air grown crackling cold. A movement there
disturbs the air an avatar she wears
a goddess seeming. This then is the hour.
The Winter Queen face serene
weaves a spell between moonbeams.
Time flows syrupy slow as she pours
dreams into a silver bowl.
A memory flies through ensorcelled skies.
A tear falls from a burning eye.