Invitation of Innocence
Call to Abbey Dawn
There is, ‘tis true, a complement of glomming –
of blessed awakened dreams and quiet songs of dawn,
where Mother Nature seems confused — nay, bemused
‘tween realms of knowledge practical and conceptual.
The Abbey Lamp has burned in faith and forbearance,
as haven beacon for wanderers of the night –
not needed throughout the day as is our calling;
to be of Light and Welcome Message to strangers.
The wick is pinched and a thread of incense spirals,
and a portal of sorts opens, faintly yearning –
and any question asked of Rebirth or Covenant
must be answered by forthright Current of Ancients.
so join me there,
friends, sisters an all –
just outside the Abbey door
for a confabulation of group will
each dawn profound
while the pirates are away –
and the Lantern will respond
to thoughts and prayers
as thee might entrance
in verse and song
and soul touch.
papa – Lamp Lighter of Lemuria


A crone with sleepfilled eyes and blurry speach
pushes her faithful walker out to meet
the fellow travellers, residents and friends
what a delight to find you also half asleep
but full of words, and thoughts, some deep
and others gentle, as the lantern dims
and the bright dawn bids those of us who stay
to enjoy the morning. Yet the crone
keeps one eye on the pirate ship and yearns
for speedy passage to adventures far beyond
the quiet garden. So torn between the life
of contemplation and the world beyond
or wild imaginings. Let us talk! Fran