Dreaming

France & Vincent

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With spine to earth, She watches as eternities pass by

Marked by the dreams of seekers sleeping ‘neath a starry sky

Held deep within the womb of She whose body forms the ring,

Warm flesh melds with cold stone to learn what visions night may bring.

Upon the mound and deep within the Old Ones shape the night

And guide the questing steps of those who bear the gift of Sight,

With eons marked in ancient stone, the seasons take no heed

Of painted bones whose guardians protect the portal’s need

From seekers old and new whose feet still walk upon the green

To wonder at the face of time and learn what it may mean.

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Beck ‘n’ Call

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