Ye Olde Witches Brew Magazine
Embracing the Vintage Witch

Ascending stars, mid rapid waves
Of rampant tides and gentle sways,
Descend upon my fearful heart
To soothe the beast and ignite the spark.

Planets raging through the sky
Of mind and soul, mid alibis
Of excused intentions, and reasons how
One chooses not to proceed right now.

Then seemingly, without a goal
The lightning strikes your inner soul
And bares the wounds that would not heal
With savage tearing, and thunderous peal.

The gentle rain of Love's caress
Of humankind and quietness,
Salves the pain of the cancerous growth
Till the spirit heals beyond control.

And now, mid calm and gentle breeze,
Through starry nights, I lie with thee
One in spirit with the Universe
‘Mid dancing moonbeams, we compose Life's verse.

Copyright 2008 Cynthia Lilith Grove

By Cynthia Grove

Comments(1):

1. Moonbeams

   Beautiful, enchanting poem!

   Tuesday, October 27, 2009 Sherry