Spell...

I have been whispering to the trees,
To the Mountains and seas...
For the presence of your seed,
That dream of just Be!

The light of that fire burning
through our ancestral bodies...
Beloving our souls of being,
Dancing all mantras, spining...
Wishing for love spells,
Desire of just being...

Awake all night
And with...
Poems we fall,
Touch we feel,
Words we crave,
Desire we burn...
And burn...

That place we know, pleasure!
Visited by Lions and swans
Only by dreams we touch
And poems we sleep...