Magician of Time, who calls to my Soul
A bend of Mind you demand…
See this here, as the flame in my tear
I offer my out stretched hand.
Return to the Earth and know to prepare
Heed the Wind and hear if you dare.
The Moon is near, she’s visible here,
It’s time to pay her a stare.
She guides you with light,
In the deep of the night,
And can move the Waters end.
Venus, she comes to return your sight.
The Bacab have turned the next bend.
Magician of Time, give us a rhyme
Allow us to hear what you say.
Out of the light and guided by flame
The Winds, they blow a new way.
Hear with your ear and not with your fear
The time draws near once again.
The message is here from a long lime ago,
The message is sent from a friend.
The time has come once again.
A Time once again to know,
a new song on the wings of Sparrow.
Magician of Time, Magician of Mind
We’ve already been through the end.
A bend of Mind you demand…
See this here, as the flame in my tear
I offer my out stretched hand.
Return to the Earth and know to prepare
Heed the Wind and hear if you dare.
The Moon is near, she’s visible here,
It’s time to pay her a stare.
She guides you with light,
In the deep of the night,
And can move the Waters end.
Venus, she comes to return your sight.
The Bacab have turned the next bend.
Magician of Time, give us a rhyme
Allow us to hear what you say.
Out of the light and guided by flame
The Winds, they blow a new way.
Hear with your ear and not with your fear
The time draws near once again.
The message is here from a long lime ago,
The message is sent from a friend.
The time has come once again.
A Time once again to know,
a new song on the wings of Sparrow.
Magician of Time, Magician of Mind
We’ve already been through the end.
~ Poetry by Storm ~
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