(9) (Merlin) Come out under the dancing stars; let us join the minstrels, those divinely inspired avatars. Come out under the sacred moon, be bathed in silver light, delighting in the heavenly tune. Come join me in the sacred glade, the full moon shining overhead. Dance my flower; be not afraid, of the night-time stirring in its bed. Come join at the sacred stone, covered in moss and dew, sing my flower, you are not alone. The night-time powers return to you. Come my sacred one; pour your goblet to the ground, this gift of nature’s nectar produces joy on joys profound, knowing to the temporal, we as two lovers are no longer bound, and there mixed with the silence, is the eternal sacred sound. Let me look upon your body, bathed in the moons silver glow, your raven hair gently moving, your breasts seeming to grow, your belly like a little pool, I like a puppy lovesick fool. Want to dive into you, your being, and your energy dark and rich and cool. Let me look upon your body, bathed in the moons silver light, oh how you take my breath away, to see such a sacred sight, I want to stay, I want to play, for ever in the eternal night. I want to hear a thousand voices, singing your praises and rewards; I want to hear the universe, blending in with a thousand different chords. I want to see the bud, the flower of delight, touched by the moonbeam, and thereby set alight. I want to the air to be full, of potent sounds and being, lifting the crown of pink, its eternal beauties freeing, this is what man was created for, and this is the truth that he is seeing. Let there be a thousand oceans, let there be many rivers wide, to lay beside you my love, these a thousand times I would ride, till I am safely in your embrace, as from the universe I can hide. Let us ride the wild surf, let our passions roar into speed, reviving eternities, in a search for want and need, knowing how in this sacred grove, great enchantments will succeed. Look at me, I open my chest, my chest then lay bare, having shot, your poison dart, now put the healing balm in there. After a bountiful night, in the sacred grove we woke, in the embracing hold, neither of us spoke, but such pleasant thoughts, in both of us provoke. On this sacred dawn, arm in arm we lie, a thousand times we have travelled, and a thousand times we fly, as I look at you; a little tear is coming in my eye. (Vivian) Ah, here my dark and silver haired god, master of all enchantments high, in the long dark night, let us swim, let us fly, having all nature waiting for our reply. By all the fortunes, and the fates, to open up the sacred gates, to know the power for which no man waits. Come in on the roaring tide, full of passion, full of pride; fill me, with the power growing inside. Ride the oceans, rolling on ecstatic wave; expose the little man, guarding the secret cave. Release him from his bounds, let the tongue of fire, burn him whole, then you will have me, my mind, my body, and my soul. As we lay there in the grove, thoughts and images through us wove. To awaken in dawns delight, to be held by you, for eternity and a night, knowing there is no wrong, there is no right, you a perfect man, to my imperfect sight. In the name of the great mother Goddess, in this grove we have a true haven found, to honour the virgin, to honour the mother, to honour the crone, as they move silently over the sacred ground, and so they whisper as they move, the trees give away no sound. You who are my god, you who are my king, by the bounty of this land, are you granted everything? By the divine, ever sacred sea, gifts of gifts are delivered to thee, each one setting you and me, on an ocean eternally free. You who are my hope from above, my purpose from below, as you lay with me, to let the eternities flow, far more than one can learn, far more than one can know. (Merlin) To you my sweetness, do I offer bended knee, which we two as one may together be, each one united in soul and flesh, for all eternity. To you my love, do I offer up my hand, that we two may, live by whatever planned, to know we have heaven, in an eternal Summerland. To you my eternity, I am offering my love, like as two united, below and above, to fit snugly together, like a hand and a glove. Hail to you, my maiden moonlight fair, I adore the way, it caresses your hair, the way it plays upon your skin, such joy and delight beyond compare. I love the way, the shadows play upon your face, the eternal energy whose eternity I can trace, knowing you are all time, in but a single space. When I look upon you, my beloved, I see the night reflected, when I touch you, my beloved, entire universes in me are collected, but when I kiss you, my betrothed, within me are sacred energies detected, when I smell you, my betrothed, by your honour and power I am protected. We will walk beneath a thousand moons; we will dance in a thousand groves so dark, as over all eternity, each to the other here will leave its mark, awake to every nuance, and feeding every spark. Let me be bewitched, by the wine of your desire, let me plunge headfirst, into the eternal raging fire, and let me be burnt to a cinder, in the quest to take me higher. Let me be enamoured, by your lustre bright and cheery, using your breasts as my pillows, when I am weak and weary. Let me be captivated, by your grace and your charm, let me be myself, while you to scars apply the balm, like interlocking hearts, we are palm on palm. Let me be enchanted, by the magic that you bring, to nestle in your pubes, therein of all glories sing, let me be enraptured, as in your arms do I lie, let me spread my wings, take to a higher sky, knowing where and when and who, but sometimes forgetting why. Let me be led astray, so to the fold I can return, how as both teacher and student, I have so much to learn. See this precious jewel, which I am holding in my hand, this night I offer to you, that you will understand, that there is no more powerful magic, in any enchanted land. I take this jewel; place it upon your head, I prise open your heart, putting mine there in its stead, and so a more powerful magic, cannot be thought or said. (Vivian) Look to the verdant earth, look upon the seeds scattered by the midsummers wind, look upon the flowers blowing lightly upon the breeze. See how we roll in the sweet smelling flowers, their aroma being released all around us, the bees waiting to suckle at each blooming bud, the butterflies waiting to kiss the sacred air with gentle tongues. Feel the flowers pressing against our skin, getting caught in places dark and obscure, getting impressions of a thousand petals painted on our heaving, hot and luscious bodies. But look my love, a thousand wild animals have come to join us, a thousand birds are singing, a thousand waves are crashing; a thousand of a thousand other flowers are swaying in united passions across all of Logres. Look how we move through the fields, dancing with the rivers, having them pulse and cleanse their way into our souls. See how it leads to a quaint little cottage, with a herbal patch and sacred well. See the curtains gently billowing in the morning breeze, the plush decorations of the interior, the design of the homely, the design of the home. Look at the clouds, all kinds scudding across an open expanse of blue, look at the colours dancing in the light of a thousand hues. Through a thousand winters, locked in chills of the cold night, fire blazing in the hearth, arms around each other locked in sweet embrace. Through a thousand autumns, through countless piles and piles of leaves, and sweet smelling pine at our feet, there are long nights and days upon the porch seeing the beauty of the rising, and setting days and nights. Through a thousand summers, delighting in the warm suns call, swimming in the cuddled little pond, naked, delight in being warm and wet and slippery, singing songs to the universe on those warm summer nights. Through a thousand springs, where new life blossoms forth, and the fresh scent of sweet intoxication fills the air, the flowers share in our love and our joy, and again at night we simply watch the bounty of mother nature unfold before our eyes. And how at the eight sabbats, we gathered with the fey, the Sidhe, and all the other Faery folk to celebrate the turning of the seasons, and so offer our sacred offerings in the time honoured traditions.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Mar 2014 08:51:59 +0000
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