Song Of The Piper

If I could cast spells,

I’d gaze into your eyes, deep as wells.

magic and alchemy,  I would use.

my love,  then you couldn’t  refuse.

If there was a chance,

I had the lure to enhance.

Oh,  but for the elixir to concoct,

a solution that would unlock,

the feelings of indifference;

to ones of significance.

Magic stones,  charms, and chants,

to a psychedelic dance, put me in a trance.

A magician,  a sage, master of the art,

can conger warmth from the coldest heart.

Desires awakened,  passions stirred,

no matter how deeply interred.

The piper knows the songs to play,

The piper knows the words to say.

 

© 2015  Kathleen Stefani and Combing The Catacombs
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