Sometimes, on occasion
When I am alone
In the dark of night, surrounded by the silence
Gazing up into the sky or encircled by ancient boughs
When I find myself in quiet holy places
To be left alone to my thoughts before the divine
When I lay witness to practicioners of faiths or Magicka
Pouring their hearts and minds into the arcane
I feel the tug, the allure of belief
A deep desire to see magick, to make structure of the whisperings of the wind.
To have faith, faith so deep and whole that it is rendered unshakable.
I wish to believe. And to know in my heart that something is real
I wish to gaze at the silvery moon, hanging in the sky
And honestly fear it's dark side.
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