A Witches Soul

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