colored crystals in my grip, incense burns
lavender oil drips
this dark moon night
she can't be seen
but I feel her energy, so serene
this transitional time,
fill up the cup
setting forward new intentions
what do you make of these rituals I practice?
it's not witchcraft, no strange form of magic
the laws of the universe, whether we want it or not
are always working, so many lessons to be taught
calculated breathing, my hands in the air
the only goddess I worship is the moon, if I dare
twice a month she brings me to my knees
during this new moon I am particularly careful,
for there are particular feelings I am eager to seize
Jupiter, you in your celestial glory
joining the new moon in tonight's story
both of you can expand every wish I desire
all I have to do is set my soul on fire
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