WiccaWicca10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Blue like the ocean skies.
Soft like the windy signs.
Deep like the hallow trees.
Free like the wild breeze.
Her spirit runs free like
The pixie wings, her mind
wanders like a spell casters
bind. Her heart is pure like
childs play. She runs wild like
the trees sway. Only after the
day is done does she come out
to have her fun. She is the silver
moon, she is the black dove's swoon,
she flutters, she floats, she is the
mother of goats. She is my mother,
my goddess, my friend. She is the
other part of my end.