With my long flowing dress
And my raven black hair a mess,
I tread with bells on ankles
Carefully to the shore, I jingle.
Silver rings on my toes; For power
Comes through the South Tower
And needs a channel to rest.
So, I adorne myself with the best.
Feathered pouch of herbs around my neck
With calendula, althaea, and anise I mixed,
For this dream to magically seek him,
Is what I need for the spell to begin.
My list is not yet complete.
The next ingredient comes from the sea.
A simple shell in shallow waters.
I search the sand for which can shelter
This powerful casting of mine.
In hallow salt I walk until I find
The one I know will do it\'s bidding.
So, delightedly, I pluck it from its resting.
I place your poem on it\'s face
And say my wish in haste
Before the tide has gone away,
Set them down on the sand and say...
\"Goddess of Moon, Earth, and Sea,
My wish in Thy name must come to be.
Powers and Forces which Tides do make,
Now I summon Thy Waves my spell to take.\"
I watch as the sea brushes over the shell
Encased in a triangle drawn for the spell.
Walk away and then just wait.
My wish will manifest in seven days.