Witch of  Stones

 

Face of  stone and crystals bright
Shining glowing with delight
Searing soul of mystery deep
An open book of rhyming weeps

Natural beauty from the heart
Shaping children strong and smart
Gentle touch with fingers soft
It's my spirit you send aloft

Break the trap of  brittle shame

End the hurt you're not to blame

In stones so bright in little jars

You guard your heart I guard your soul
I give you peace you make me bold

You make me laugh I make you cry
We know each other and don't know why

Always here and always bright
We've cared and shared throughout the night
In friendship like a spirit wind
I pray this moment never ends

 

© Paul Viel 2001

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