candles light up her room
it smells like herbs
and flowers

fall is her favorite season
she enjoys the rain
while dancing trough the woods
barefooted

she's one with nature and the sun
but in love with the moon

I watch the fire burn,
releasing calmness,
to fly through the room,
for this candle,
is worshipped too,
and I am highly grateful,
for my ability to manipulate,
the fire,
to make it lean,
to make it grow,
for I worship this power,
and hope that it will never go.

Wonder
Waits
For you
To open yourself
Up;
To breathe
In
The aura,
The resounding
Belief
That magic
Does exist

honey,
we do not
burn down
with the fire —
we become it.

I often dream of a place
Far from home
Deep in the woods
I’m sure you know.
Away from the people
The buildings
The noise
Where the witches dance
And the fae rejoice
In their absence.