Recent Conjurings

Night Bird

 

She flies highest in Darkness

She delights in dusk with rapture.

She expands and shakes with joy at dawn.

Moonlight is a friend She runs to play hide- and- go- seek.

Dampness in the night touches, enlivens Her every sense.

Dark is the Love that transforms Her heart.

Gentle nightlights flare in Her consciousness like a Midsummer bonfire.

People are afraid of the Dark, but not Her.

She scents the night air like a wolf, and then takes flight . . .

Flying high on what can't be seen.

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