Cover not mine eyes
oh lion o' fire
whilst thy revealing light,
Beltane spirit heat
red simmering
the cry creating like.
Smother not to die
athame of life
to force thy will abide,
blossom yellow bring
denounce thy freeze
parterre as tapestry.
Yule to the divine
mother of life
gift thy sybarite,
hues of green tinge
provide you bring
mine breath o' nurturing.
Revive my heart may be
oh father drowning sea
thy cup o' belief,
blue thy water vain
bleed thy salt pain
for mine love hath came.
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