When the midsummer sun the solstice brings forth
And the eye perceives the thinning veil.
When the past and future become one
And the unseen becomes the seen.
When the ancient ones do weave their spell
Upon those who seek to find.
When the mysteries unfold; are told
Of where the hidden secrets lie.
When the magic and beauty of an ancient path
Is revealed before eyes open wide.
When perceptions are challenged by the raising of power.
Now’s the time, now’s the Witches hour.
Moonwillow May 2005