the moon mother caresses me with her white slivers of light..
bathing me with her simplicity..
dancing under the moon so peaceful as her power fills me.
tinkling laughter follows me as i walk down the
leaf strewn pathway…
another world awaits me..
ghosts of past gather in the trees
watching me…silently talking to me in my mind
whispers touch me and fill me with their stories..
the veils closes as I walk towards the entrance..
nostalgic thoughts overwhelm me..
ghostly hands embrace me as they bid their farewell
until next time child..
by heather powers