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