Her eyes are alive dancing a moment more than you like
You tune out for a while but hear her say
I’ll dance in moonlight later it’s full and energy will renew me
Trample it quick before the spark lights you think
They’ll call you a witch a faithless bitch ,and see your spit on her face
Fear made you sour your being sucked in and dry
But her you think she can’t have magic without me and know she can
Walk away without checking the fire was tamped down, trampled
Assuming your words were enough
Fool, fool hoots the owl on this hallowe’en eve not a word you hear
Moon streaming in through curtain less windows so afraid of the dark are you
She always joked she was bat like seeing in the shadows
Slipping away with a huntress stealth
To the garden and the fire in her burns
Hottest, brightest wildest woman of then and now merge
Laying down on the grass soaked and cold her shivers connect her
She is of the earth, she is dust, she is starlight and shadow
In her mind she is powerful, racing and flying
Ahead and beyond and before
She is timeless and ageless, knows she’s not faithless and now that she is seeing
The future of dreams that can happen he will trample the fire
No more
Ailsa
©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016
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