Gentle Mistress…
Gentle mistress of the heavens, silent Golden, remote, lonely. I wonder if your longing is so vast, It pulls even the tides into your embrace.
Gentle mistress of the heavens, silent Golden, remote, lonely. I wonder if your longing is so vast, It pulls even the tides into your embrace.
Sunlight danced on the corner of the landing. It dodged in and out among the shadows there…. Sparkling…..singing to her. She had spent years seeking light. Now in this moment, she embraced shadows as A part of light’s story. It took energy to find the stillness, To be open to the strong, happy voice of her