A Witches Soul
Crystal gaze, Dark days, Sparkle gleam like a sunbeam
Lost my tree, Blindly, but saw the light lightly
Old house torn down, Empty streets, Hollow soul
Crying out, Black eyes, can’t see, Solid ground
beneath my feet.
Velvet touch guiding me, my sixth sense, says to me
Inter star come back to me, I’ve lost my way to safety.
My churning soul, sounded mind, like a trumpet singing on a vine.
Moon beams for healing my soul, is my new profound energy told.
Poem: Mandy Lovejoy
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