by Steve Tanham
What silver magic rises here
Amidst the Winter mists and gloom
When, darkly frosted, shines the bark
Announcing light that drives the gloom
Where sleeping tree meets secret moon
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But do you have the eyes of child?
And ears curled round our faery song
What is not there, yet plainly seen?
Or are you bound to look around
Believing what has never been.
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This is no threat, no malice’d tune
With opened ring we welcome you
Abide on grass that knows your name
Drink deep the strangeness of our game
And touch the love beyond the flame…
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©Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
So ecstatic
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