call to my heart
filled with ancient desire.
Circles once danced
we dance again
charging to life
the desire within.
Slowly it turns
slowly it burns
stone returns to fire and then
the heart memory sends
all stories raging in time
to the one now
collective mind.
©2008 Joanne Elliott
Joeanne! This is spellbinding! Wonderful, chant like flow to the words, and those ancient circles...always fill me with the best of inspiration! :) Much needed today!
ReplyDeleteThank you Natasha! I had fun writing it.
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