Gemini Childe

Soft rhythms cover me
Soft buckskin next to my cheek
Oh, the long styles tumbling down
Musical thought without sound

Strong magical lines over the land
Strange mystical lines on her hands
Twin Gemini, split in two
Half is for me, half for you

Gemini Childe

Gemini Childe, woman grown
Lost in a world not her own
My midnight friend, split in two
Half is for me, half for you

Gemini Childe (Gemini Childe)