Key Largo:

The fans turn lazily in front of the door

They open wide showing mangroves galore

An egret in the everglades stalks its prey

Haltingly it walks along its way

On another bright and sunny day

A woman's floppy hat shades her beauty not so brittle

The silken scarf that holds the hat flutters just a little

She pauses in the threshold of the door

Surveying what she's looking for

She is looking straight at me

Her beauty flaunted all to see.

'Where are you from?' while noticing I had a frown

On the other couch she elegantly sits down

In the small hotel lobby bar

'A city north and very far.'

My heart begins a frantic beat

Her flush was not just from the heat.

'Let me guess? Toronto, it is pretty'

'A New Yorker?.. It is gritty.'

The open lobby with chaises rattan

Encompassed us as the hours ran

Mimosas came and munchies went

Philosophizing led us to invent

All manner of reasons the head to spin

While we shared a special grin.

A friend of depth and through much time

When years after the greatest crime

I returned to the lobby of that Inn

Recalling how she cooed

Remembering that special mood

We never got to raise a brood

The waitress noticed as I cried

I mumbled 'She should not have died'.

FRATER ALBERTUS MAGNUS:

He huddles over the little bowl I've been told

He expects my arrival so I am bold

I wait in a room on the ground floor

And wonder what's behind the massive door

I inspect its' symbols, carved complete

I recognize Bathomet down near my feet

Ptah's T-square and gargoyles replete

A 'spagyric' toque, a familiar eye

On top the Pyramid reaching for the sky,

And You might wonder why, am I

Here in Salt Lake City to see Frater Albertus Magnus

The leader of a worldwide group some call the 'Magus'.

He comes to greet me from downstairs

Cobwebs dangle from his hairs

His look and manner are quite welcoming

I feel almost like it's my homecoming

'Hello my son, you come, well recommended'

Before that night was therein ended

I learned the truth about 'the Stone'

Now with means and methods known

He told me of his looking into man's future

And we talked of ways that WE must nurture

The iron 'hot' to strike it, NOW!

I told him soon I'd make the' Vow'!

However, another pact I'd make

Which led my knees to ever quake

There is truth of many things

Do not worry about 'toe rings'

The twitching touches nerves complete Can sense the earth beneath your feet

And lead you past your 'vision quest' Make you at home on Gaia's breast

'I wish you well along your WAY!'

The door he closed, I heard him say!

No, call for elixir of youth for me

No gold from lead are NEED for me I wait with all, the World to see

My 'vow' to join soul quite FREE

And all in all, LOVE with the 'World Mind'

For me - you might think is seldom kind!

Author of Diverse Druids Columnist for The ES Press Magazine Guest 'expert' at World-Mysteries.com