Circaea I & II

Your magic chant,
Proud, but falling:
Pentacle prison
Keeps bella donna in.

Little black boots
Serenely spiritising,
The points of tinged petal
Talisman.

Smokey Red Riding Hood
Defines an egret's white feather,
The oily rainbow
Death's one pellucid charm.

Let me take you to Witch Mountain,
Come with me so far away,
Break the bonds of suburban life,
Live with me in endless night.

Arcane knowledge is blindman's sight
Death's sweet lilies your inverse light.
Let me take you to Witch Mountain,
Come with me so far away..........

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Circaea II

Pound with pestle
In Nature's mortar,
Fantastic fissure
Sparkle stars.

Blue moons, orbs,
Spheres and worlds,
Appear now, universal laws.

Red rose, snowdrop,
And lilies-of-the-valley,
In the crystal casket form.

A quincunx garden of coloured glass,
Beryl, agate and ruby red,
Sapphire, diamond: a gorgeous bed.

In this world, I gild my quill,
A sweet enchantment from it spills.

In the Hall of Mirrors gleams,
A sylvan world of brooks and streams,
A shaft of sunlight illumines the world,
In crystal rainbows the rose is unfurl'd.

The rose will open its petals so bright,
The source of beauty and undying light.
In the stars of radiant night,
I see the world ever bright.
I am here for but one day,
The glorious moment, for which I pay.

And in its dying fall I wonder,
What is this treasure that we plunder ?,
A vision conjured up by magicians,
Or just a problem of God the Mathmetician.

And so I try to solve the puzzle,
Yet know that thing is so impossible.
God will not drop the veil,
On this conundrum of a tale.
He teases us, so very much,
And truth... for you and I, there is none such.

Pound with pestle
In Nature's mortar,
Fantastic fissure
Sparkle stars.