Herb and Candle

For any practitioner of witchcraft, there occasionally will come those moments when we realize it's called a "practice" for a reason. Ah, those moments that none of us like to talk about. We planned our spell perfectly, gathered our ingredients, wrote our incantation out; it looked as if all was just how we wanted it. Our spell is cast and we walk away. Depending on the situation, and even on the methodology of our casting, we sometimes begin to see the effects right away.  Those gratifying times when the world around us begins to change, as our workings begin to manifest into reality.  Other times there is that slow, gradual change that takes place.  Or way may never even see the actual effects of the spell.  That protection charm that was crafted for a dear friend...you may never know just how helpful that it truly was.  Perhaps the only evidence you see is in your divinations. Still there are those other times when we look back and just have to accept that...

It's a dangerous thing...Daring to break free from the safety of your shell. What lies along those sandy shores? Will those refreshing waters be your ultimate doom? Or will at last you find what you've been longing for? Break free!  Break free! If you don't, you'll never know what could be. And that is worse than any ill fate that may come your way.

I caught a glimpse of you Watching, waiting in anticipation. For that moment when the fates spin their craft in favor. Gazing in the night sky, wishing upon whatever star would patronize my desire. And I caught a glimpse of you I caught a glimpse of you Passing me by like a fleeting moment in time. Wondering if you saw me too. Wondering if time would ever let me know something real....something special. And I caught a glimpse of you I caught a glimpse of you All starting with a hello Putting aside the past, along with all it's fears. That moment I first tasted of that smile, That smile that said I'm finally home. And I caught a glimpse of you I caught a glimpse of you Looking in those eyes, Realizing I see the reflection of my own soul. Wrapped up in each other, Bodies entwined with that first moment of passion. I look into the depth of my own being And I caught a glimpse of you

In heat of passion, there be light, Like a fire that dances with flame. But when only ashes remain of the night, Will you remember my name?

Whispering trees have a tale to tell, Of wisdom from days gone by. Will you hear their sacred truths, Or let the old ways die?

On clouds I ponder in skies above, Where rain does softly wait. My heart does wonder like a fleeting dove, As I catch a glimpse of fate.

By broom I traverse on this night Take me to the witches flight By roads above, and roads below By crooked path, I shall go By Ash, and Birch, and Willow three Witches gate, I conjure thee Freely I fly, throughout and about By my will who enters, all else keep out