The Path III
Artwork by Gail Bradshaw
The Path III Night falls. Bronze bells ring through the valley. The sorcerer prepares his charms. One for the mandrake which shall rise from the dead. One for his true love, lost in the Levant. One for the swallow who swoops through the stars. Nine golden planets spin in the borealis. Soft silent lips purse in a kiss. The dead shall rise. The lost shall be found. Birds shall fly. Such are the charms of the sorcerer, Who is dancing, As the clamouring bells, theorbo and lute, fill the dark valley with bright music.