waking up (for Jim) rich and deep the forest odors
and the warm spring breeze
sleepy with the scent of wild flowers
and animals in heat
dances at our ankles
the waters glimmer blue/bright
pale moonlight floats
like lotuses on the surface
flickering fire pit dug by hand
we ignite the logs
feed the flames
with herbs and sacred woods
the ancient steps we dance
as lord and lady raise the power
the words we sing become
a wordless sound ringing
brilliant
wild release calling them home we pass the cup
remembering
we love each other I wish you could be there
I wish I could take you there Rowan Rose | 
