Of dusk and dawn

Of dusk and dawn

Crickets sing in the dark of night,
Calling on the break of dawn,
The time to capture dew on the lawn,
Witch’s wake
Before the break,
And greet the crack of the first sun light,
If the crow calls before you wake,
You’ve slept in way to late.

The frog begins to croak,
As I put on my magickal cloak,
As the light begins to fade,
Now is not the time to be afraid

The magickal hours of dusk and dawn,
This is where the power is drawn,
Balancing things between
The light and dark
A time when you can see the witch’s mark,

Dancing in the shadows
I can clearly see,
I set my spirit free,
Sipping on a cup of
Witch’s brew
This is where ancient witches flew
I find the magickal things
Only they knew.
Secrets dance in those shadowy places,
Safe within the sacred spaces,

The magickal hours of dusk and dawn,
This is where the power is drawn,
Balancing things between
The light and dark
A time when you can see the witch’s mark,

© Mor`inanna Eaglesong 2006+