Magick Man I once met a magick man, Let me tell you how my tale began, I first saw him with the sun in his hair, A giant bear of a man so fair, Walking down a tunnel of light, Oh I tell you he was such a beautiful sight, He swept me off on a merry go round, My feet hardly touched the ground, I sat and watched this magnificent creature, Such nobility of face, form and feature, As he danced with dragon grace, With divine light shining from his face, Somehow he reached into my soul and touched my pain, He planted a seed there to help me feel whole again, He lay and he held me all through the night, And somehow I knew my life would be all right, As he slept I arose to watch him sleep, His serene beauty making me weep, For I knew it wasn�t a love destined to be, There would only be this brief moment in time for me, Though I couldn�t silence the song in my heart, That wished we weren�t destined to part, I knew nothing between us could ever be wrong, When I listened to the words of my heart song, It sang of dolphin magick and fairy rings, He was an Angel with invisible wings, He was a dragon, a wolf, a hawk, That walked his walk and talked his talk, We shared a magical siesta, When he made me feel like Vesta, Like the Holy Grail I drank him in, Our purity contained no sin, Then frightened it was time to run, Not daring to look back at the fun, But his healing seed had been planted, And his healing wish was granted, The journey has been long from there to here, When I no longer view love with fear, And I�ll never forget my Magick Man, Where my healing journey first began. Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw |
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Magick Moon A Magick Moon shines full and bright, Magical mystery hangs in the air tonight, From the dawn of time, the magick of old, Echoing the saga�s the ancients told, Tales of truth, the hero�s deed, A wizard�s life, a magical seed, Transported through time to a modern age, A welcome for a 20th century sage, The wind of change is blowing strong, So hold your breath it wont be long, Adventures begin in mysterious ways, Listen hard to what the sky says, It speaks of love and enchanted things, A secret woven into a fairies wings, Of what is real and what is not, Of what enchanted lives we�ve got. Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw |
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