The Moon and The Owl and The Wolf and The Dice

The vehicle was made of diamonds and the road a black river of ice

She waited engine rumbling, mouth full, ready to spit out the dice.

The Goddess had found her sitting along amongst the trees

And ask her to play a game if she ever wanted to feel she was free

When the moon is high and you hear the wolves howl

Spit out the dice and look for the owl

The number you roll is the road you must take

For down the dark road you will find your fate

So she sat and she waited for the moon to rise

Trusting the Goddess and her dark surprise.

The glow of the moon began to appear

Her heart beat with anticipation and fear.

First the moon round and bright

Came to light that black river in that deep dark night

She sat in silence so she could hear the howl

Of the wolves that called out for the wisdom of the owl

Onto the dash she spat the dice and wait to see what was on it

But before they stopped rolling an owl appeared on her bonnet.

It stared at the dice as they came to a stop

The number two and five appeared on the top.

She looked ahead at the signs that gace her directions

And started to head toward the one labelled seven

Before her the vastness of the forest appeared

And the road took her on paths that she had always feared

Unknown, emotional, danger and risk

Toward shadows and triggers and programs unfixed

At the end of that road a house stood in the dark

It had her name on the gate, she went through and she parked

As she knocked on the door it open and creaked

There stood all of her forms innocent to freak

Their exterior was altered to depict their true soul

And from where she stood they made her feel whole

She stepped up to the innocent one wearing a pretty white slip,

Told her she loved her and put her lips to her lips.

As their tongues danced her heart bounced and leapt

And she finally saw this as a part of her she could accept.

The two became one as they ended their kiss

And onto the next one she went to continue the bliss.

Each of them tasted and felt like her home

Each absorbed soul made her feel less alone

She fronted up to the freak for the final embrace

And lifted her hands to cradle her face

I love you, she said , to the face like her own

And in me you’ll always have a safe home.

For the Moon and the Owl and the Wolf and the dice

Were all trying to teach her to love all of her life.

There wasn’t a part of her that she needed to hide

And as the freak disappeared into her with overwhelming pride.

She howled at that moon like a wolf wild and free

Reminding her self of the comfort and truth that is , I am me.