The Druid

THE DRUID

The Druid mixed a divine potion of love
To touch and caress a sorceress of dark
The romantic passion stirs the soul and inhibits the movement of her thought
To relax by the cauldron and shift a magical fantasy of law
Undressed the cloak is off, the Druid on a broomstick was a sexual thorn
As she was the rose to delicate for the naked eye of her world
Blowing the smoke and mist it surrounds the two to bend
The gathering of a love in light commenced for her to rearrange
The bed sitting floating diary of a message of two whom caught the warning
Of the dimension of magic, the forces of nature and learning curve in awe
Passion creeps, as the ghosts appear one by one developing a curse of lust
Who trusted the omens, the fate of the spinning wheel and the love of spirits too dear
Horses dash from the cave, the bats fly from the fire as the Druid with his desire
Float into other beings by a Stonehenge sacrifice of the sun god receding
Into the dreaming the potion of heart and reality worked
To unveil the dress and cloak as the curse of the element fire rehearsed
A rolling, a sweat of angel's wings take over the flying of knowledge versed
The darkness in the cave could have spoken but merely the vision of you were good
Crackling, burning wood, the spirits in heaven are calling the heart in you
Where the clouds and stars of night fall down under a moonlight life
The source of her compassion forced into relaxation, the learning of another temptation
The Druid fell at his knees at the love of the sorceress
To breathe and sooth her heart that leaved
Into a dream where the angels awoke and shook her body as the fire was stoked
In a sexual love the intuitive passing of growth took a religious oath
From a reawakening the babe of the mystical earth returned
As the bats and horses moved, the fire burned and the sacrifice of love
Was given to life with all its meaning a sexual climax of intense feeling
The clouds had folded, the sun and its might as a phoenix in burning flight
She came back and moved my words a chant of hallucinations groove
Two lovers of heart, torn and separated to exist apart
On other plains the Druid remembers her prayers and words
So full with meaning wisdom with an intense imagination of living
A source of the cauldron's inspiration, the babe of mystical released conception
How creation by the fire reunited the passion the ever glow
The right of love to eternally know a Druid in sensitivity's woe
The sorceress to conceive a world of passionate potion dreaming
How love by the candles of a fire lit warmth can excite and become alive
That sun god survived heartaches in an eternal-moving world
Those ashes rose and the rites were learned
As the heavenly hallucination became a distant word.

11 / 9 / 1998 12.51 pm

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All poems created by Davy. C. Green
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