The Queen of Wands

The Queen of Wands

 

The lady sits upon the throne

Her future open and unknown

In calmness, serene with dignity

Her eyes gaze out and meet with me

Sunflower growing not far behind

Mirrors her aspect, gentle, kind

Her staff of rule, of silent power

To open up, embrace and flower

The black cat is sentinel before

Her love within her hidden lore

Upon her head a gilded crown

And clad in simple golden gown

She gives forth life, calls forth love

In sweet harmony, my ladylove.