I’m a Witch. A cosmic one.
“Hey slick, what part of that don’t you understand?”……..lol.
The word witch, is so poignant & compelling.
The very sound of it, is seductive.
The very vibration it carries in the air it’s hung…
The word: Witch
Lovely & free, beautiful & graced. Lighting little fires, cooking things to taste.
One who mends, blends, heals & reveals. One who glows, flows, dream weaves & feels.
One who conjures, one who sows….your deepest desires, she inherently knows.
One who grows gifts to give, shed, & share…to infuse delight into all those aware.
One who speaks truth…& whispers the little most magnificent praises.
One who draws upon love to navigate through the most difficult mazes.
She has a collection of books & an army of muses… a kaleidoscope of colors to paint however she chooses.
Witch…she is a warrior of Light.
A Queen of Fate.
A mysterious messenger of peace.
A demonstrator of beauty & kindness.
She walks off……….echoing billions of tiny feathered wings & things upon her trail.
Leaving eternal marks & white hot sparks.
She’s a smokin’ hot bitch!
She’s a Witch.
Oh look!…”There she goes…there she goes again…. racing through my brain……and I just can’t contain, this feeling that remains……”—-Sixpence none the richer
“Witch on board”