Shine On Me

You are the moon won’t you illuminate my minds eye.

Don’t leave me blind.  Don’t be unkind.

Shine On Me.


I am the Sun I will shine on the path to our souls.

For us to go.  And you to know.

I love you.  Oh, I do.


I remember walking through a garden of light.

A river flowing at our feet,

capturing our gaze, pulling us to the horizon.

Up the mountain and beyond

Into the great frozen.

Where we perceived the wheel ever turning.

Spinning us down to our center,

where we shared our pools of light.

Reaching deep within our souls,

we cried out to each other.


Oh, stand before me like stars shine

against the shadows I carry

too blind to see,

from dark to dark.


I love you because I need you.

I want you to

Shine On Me.


I am Sol,

Shine on me.











I saw you in the shadows as I wandered through my mind.

Looking for bright promise, I found an empty land.

‘Tis not I, the old crow cried, in shrill agony.

Suffering from without, a nestling in an lonely tree.


I spied wolf hunting, baring teeth, eyes a-gleam.

With one eye open, not for you, but breathing close to me.

You, I pulled from bracken, I dusted off your cloak.

The wind still crying Mary, when from that shadow spoke.


I blow around the world, I dread what I see.

I no longer cool, crow’s ageless agony.

The bees have all vanished.  No wing beats for me.

I lift no bird or plane.  Dessert is all there be.

The men have gone to mars.  The moon blown from the sky.

The age of promise past, the promise was a lie.


I felt you in the shadows, as I wandered through my heart.

My blood mixing sadly, with the Earth that fell apart.

Promise is a mystery that only crow can tell.

Before he spoke, he died, he fell into the deep dark well.

Between the stars I heard Her crying.  “What will be will be”.

Sweet NUIT Her scrying eye still seemed sweet to me.


“Another eon passes”.  Is what She said to me.

I believe that promise, was not meant to be.

It kept us all laughing at the torment of crow.

We hunted wolf to many years, now it’s we must go.


I pulled you from the shadows, and gave to you my rib.

Oh no, my name’s not Adam.I would not tell that fib.

But let my bone be a crutch, upon witch you stand.

And draw the circle once again, around the empty sand.

Draw the circle once again, around the empty sand.

Draw the circle once again.