I was drawn from the
ground
By the full moon tide
A wild thing
An ancient soul
With new stained-glass butterfly wings
Daughter of the Earth
Consort of the Sun
I am tiny dinosaur bones
Molten lava
Highland mists
The death-song of a forgotten shaman
And the blood of the broken maiden-head
I am forever in a blown glass jar
I am the virgin
And the prostitute
I am all you would ever want
Or could ever hope to find
I am a black opal
Priceless
Rare
Brilliant with fire
Cherish me |