Fires burn and candles twitch. Fabric’s love and trust is stitch.
Unravel doth thou bends with doubt. Frays and shreds and rips with gout.
Mend the frayed and seal the lost. At any price, at any cost.
Winds of change who crook the trees. Ignite the night and bend the breeze.
Lift these thoughts from (lover’s) mind. Wreck the weak and mend the blind.
Take my trust and infuse it here. Within this realm, which is sincere.
Frejya my lovely, Goddess of protection. Make it be done, make the correction.
Blessed Be.
©Devon Volkel
Published on May 12, 2014 09:06