You taught me that I could
cast the circle round
as the sun was rolling west
headed earthward down
you helped me light the wicks
one two three and four
the second moon was rising
up from the forest floor
we started to hum lightly
joined by an old nightjar
our tabby cat she lingered
her eyes never going far
autumn leaves were incense
a foundling stick our wand
midnight like a perfect yoke
tied our family bond
this sterling ring of metal
you bought for my right hand
over 20 years ago now
in a mountain cradled land
and all the rest belongs with time
it holds our sacred space
until my arms enfold you again
I will forever feel displaced.








Beautifully penned, Clay. Excellent write that an amazing tribute piece my friend. A very powerful read. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. I can always count on you, my friend.