SIx degrees out and a full moon flirting with the frost. A new year for magic ...
Many will look for tricks and skills and gasps of "fooled me." I look for more.

Here is what 5AM get you ..

INVITATION TO MAGIC

I am not the caress of the Mistress moon; but by right I am –
nor am I the Lord of the Dance, though by right I am –
and I do not conduct the orchestra; though by right I can –
for there is nothing that is not of me; though this is also true of thee.

What then can we do – nay I alone, for you must also choose …
I can but offer an invitation to the dance, for to know life one must live life;
which somehow involves you again and ever. Forget the close ordered steps proscribed by another’s will.
Throw off the shackles of music described as good and bad, and listen to the EverSong with open heart and hand.

I can neither dance well nor long with pain my closest friend. I can embrace the dance of life, but am in need of a partner of cherish and magic.

I can waltz with a child standing on my scuffed ‘n aging shoes long after the melody has ended.
I can smile at an aging crone, reaching out to the girl within, and treasure her shy wink of knowing.
I can lift a girl from a wheelchair and glide between the stars to the rhythm of quick throbbing hearts –

or I can dance in the tree-bound moonlight with all of you now at once, just by choosing silent awe and wonder …

for we can always dance … dance … once more,

again.