The sky lightens
Inky darkness passes
The sun not yet breaking the horizon
Grey mystic light, hovering
Magic folk still revelling in the dissipating shadows
Dancing in the dew, charting courses by the stars
They call to me
Have faith, you are moving closer to your heart
Your magic has not dimmed, only covered by the din of everyday
Come to dance, in the cool wet grass
Remember who you are
Who you were, before you gave it away
Call the pieces home, take back the self you shared to those who did not see
The weave of spells that you are
A chorus of birds to sing me home
Blessed be the Witches in the magic of the dawn.
Standing Still at the Speed of Light 