Wica's End

Moon rainbows encircle my mind
Trailing a belief system left behind
From years ago eroded in time
Its grandeur still living like a grand old tree

Traces of black circles and red and the moon
Keeping track of memories
My body in tune

Trace efforts back to a moment in time
When longing youth searched to find
A system to entrench me and make me Divine
Ancient symbol of truth, archaic symbol in my blood

With great longing and love I leave behind
Not without compassion or understanding or acceptance
A legacy of love and life fulfilled from wombs
Of laughing and lifetimes of sunshine and gloom

Tradition of mental warriors
Outstripped by the opposite side
My logic somehow forsakes me
Dreams of a brighter tomorrow enshrined

I leave you old friend
Not without a heartfelt plea
Do not forget what we shared
As my will, so mote it be.

Long shadows and sunlit paths
Explained reality to me
A new synthesis of body and mind
Of bliss and the living tree

 - Marlon C. Hartshorn
    2:55 a.m., Wednesday, January 7th, 2009 CST