Verbal Cantrips

First, Just Words

Quest of the heart,
Comes without choice,
After first vision,
Before the first voice,
A true word of caution,
Great or small that you be,
Oak worships a willow,
Tree understands tree.

Belladonna

And then it seems, as if a dream,
A maiden on her steed appeared,
But as dreams are, far as a star,
Beyond my reach, Rhiannon fades.

On Maturity

To tell the youth from one who’s grown,
The answer is clear to see,
For the elder wish to be a child,
And the child, an adult thinks he be.

On Inspiration

Whatever be your lot in life,
Whatever be your da’n,
Strive to be the brilliant flame,
That burns when the ember’s gone.

On Money

If money be the root,
Of evil to us all,
Then go to church and purge your sins,
At your local shopping mall.