Here laced to your senses
is an enchantment.
If it doesn’t speak to you…
let it show you…
The day aches, and I with her,
daisies in tune with natural energies
said trouble was on the dimming horizon.
I could feel it…the sunflowers all whisper,
quietly gossiping about the cause of distress.
Wildflower magic would save me casting on the airs
while the tree guardians watch on.
I wove a protective spell,
freeing me from the dread of dark light.
In the cleansing pools
of the Goddess I replenish my soul,
quenching the thirst for answers
in the desolate, whispery regions of my mind.
A shielding curse indeed
liberated my stricken body,
now standing stoutly amongst the blossoms of the bright night.
I could sense it! The flowers all bud in gloom!
A charm indeed has freed me!
The trees flutter above,
offering glimpses of the infinite of space,
for I know now that we bloom in the light of the night.
Let’s speak to each other with the sounds of the night,
let’s show each other the beauties of the night.
And through a crevice ascending to the cold.
