"Pardon Me" complaining at the state of my garden.. With grace she said "Nothing says derelict like roses and paper lanterns"

Silent is Night as dark is before Light...
Night sweet night, endless night - into the frey of the grey moonlight...
Such is the journey to Day...
Cõck crows bell tolls, morning washes the moon

Ok this is me
I am above all else kind
But I can be cruel to be kind
I am compassionate
But humankind has to take responsibility
I am spiritual
But as I the teacher speak I also need to listen
Mostly for myself
I am self and still Self I am
 
I am Priestess Protector of the Laws of Creation
I buried the book in the sand along with the jewel
I am 1(singular) and I am not coming back
 
I am funny and bright
Yet cast a shadow
I am innovative, expressive
Provocative and bold
Yet shy
I stand tall but have cowered and had my roots torn out
Still I grow
 
I am told I am beautiful inside and out
I have a sparkle in my eye and the powers of persuasion
I am passionate but choose abstinence
Like sugar and bread
 
I hear music in my head but do not play
I hear songs but do not sing them out loud
I write poetry…when I was young mostly about circles
Now love and this stuff
 
I love to be shocked …
Into new ways of thinking
I am not fearful of what may be just what is
I try to believe in 6 impossible things before breakfast
But I eat late
 
I am loyal, loving and honest
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve now I keep it under wrap
Except for you
 
Your journey may take you to a harem in a desert of love
You will eventually stop to replenish in water
I will wait patiently for you to see me there
With no reflection I will wait
 
Swimming in circles

Words on a page
Thoughts coalesce into shape, like leaves on a tree
What is the nature of muse?
The wind whispers to the tree
Create me..
Perhaps a bluebird will come by and sing upon a branch, then like the wind i will be the rhythm in the dance