Self Poetry By flowing river bathed in moonlight,
She dances and weaves magick in the dark of night.
Priestess she is and by Goddess blessed,
she was born ready to begin her quest.
And with the power of healing light,
she cleanses chakras, with pure energy of white.
Crescent moon upon her brow,
With knowledge of the past, and future, she lives in the now.
By winged animals she does fly,
joining her Sisters in midnight sky. April 2014