The White Room

In the white room with black curtains near the station
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawn light smiles on you leaving, my contentment

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves

You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves

Within the Circle of the Wise, My body pledged upon the earth,
My heart to thine at the old cross lies, An oath and offering for rebirth.
Spirit of the Wise and Ways-between, Hear ye this night my call,
Shifting shades, and presences unseen, Open within the Way 'twixt All!
A vessel I call till thou art come, A living shrine enfleshed by Night,
To hold within the Light of One, A lamp to take the Devil's Light!
Enjoin’ ye Old One bear with me, The witches' covenant to seal,
This house of flesh I give to thee, Herein thy mystery to reveal.
My body to care and aid, Essences of the night-side old,
Power, silence and spirit pervade,
Against all adversity thy cloak enfold!