No older than before, I wait…
Hands
sticky with longing
And potential… I have begun again.
There
is a name for me now
Though I have forgotten it… I wait.
My
face is young, my words unformed.
Embrace me Earth, I am your
daughter
Come home once more. Whisper to
Me so that when my
voice comes
I shall sing of you.
~Forest Witch (c)Gloria Gypsy. All Rights Reserved