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Perhaps the swirls can be gripped tightly and pulled ... what then?
But once energies are blended ... I'm sure the thorns will become the gentle caress of a lover's fingers ...
There appears to be guilt laden energies there ... once the guilt and the fear of the unknown falls aside ... I'm sure the swirls will blossom into something more enchanting ...
White swirls to form before your eyes
Billowing white ... mists which twist and turn
Within their transparence a bright light shines
Ahead of you now a door .. a doorway before you
On its arch ... a magickal name ... a lover's name
In white ...
Through the doorway ... you wander
Into a restful glade ... a stream to your right
A temple of stone ahead
On Venus ... you realise you stand
The orb of love
And before you he stands naked
Gentle ... smiling ... with piercing eyes like stars
He takes you in his arms
And the day becomes night becomes day
Between you passion like no other is shared
Then alas you must leave
But as you pass the doorway ...
Its key on chain hangs around your neck
A sigil of gold ... shining like the sun hovers before you
A sigil which will be his gift to you
A sigil which before you on paper will sit
The proof that your union was real
The door and the key to returning whenever you wish!
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