Saturday, 16 June 2012

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.




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