You said I was mystic
under star-light with the dark Earth
on my hands
and the four winds in my hair.
Remembering you, I seek your warm heart beneath the
I have followed your voice on the winds
Come home with me inside the drifting
circle of another year
where our tender twilight time awaits.
You'll know I am around
as the evening grows cool and magic lites
appear upon the thistled meadow
where I wait.
Come home to my heart;
within this mystic circle
I've prepared for you
so that we may burn up the world,
burn blissful evenings asleep
burn with love and time,
O when the fireflys float and blend
with sweet summer
let me burn up like Heaven and Earth