This message is ready for the few for those souls bereft of the beauty we sometimes take for granted.
The beauty, of course, is not physical but those things we feel and emit without and within
it is that echo breathing, touching, vibrating it is that echo.
Sometimes a sadness overshadows a loneliness begins a feeling of loss is found and all we want is to escape into ourselves to close the curtains of our minds and escape into the sorrows of emptiness where there is no light no fire no
but, where there is emptiness there is of course, an echo.
It breathes with you and for you for you are that breathing echo you are open to receive those long searched for alchemies of love.
Magic arrives when it’s needed as love because love is already within us within you now
Do not forget the ashes of flame of once a wandering summer’s rain
Do not forget the simple times when magic of life sings in rhyme
Do not forget the morning wake when chill is burnt in splendour great
Do not forget the Faerie Queen who danced before you but never seen
Do not forget the troublesome things for without which there’ll be no kings
Do not forget the feather of night of once a wandering moon’s delight
Do not forget the fragile nature when walking through her rising pasture
Do not forget the noble house which beats within your heart to rouse
Do not forget the lighted candle burning its dance of spiritual spangle
Do not forget the rite of time of once a wandering mortal’s climb
Do not forget the children’s story to be read and learned in all its glory
Do not forget the starry tryst when passions burn ‘neath lovers lips
Do not forget the dust of death of once a wandering secret’s breath
Do not forget the tranquil smile as you wave goodbye to this yearly mile
Do not forget the beauty of it all of once a wandering midnight’s door