Lady of Magic
Who has fulfilled my Soul
In its loneliest places.
Your luminous strands
Slip through my hands
And play in my dreams
With faces.

Your sweet-sung call
From beyond the wall
Of my awful fearful quaking,
Has me peering through mist
Waiting to be kissed
By the lips of a poets making.

I'll open my wounds
and empty my mind,
I'll harden my flesh
And my will.

Oh to love and be still.