My kindred spirit waits for me
Like a memory in the attic
An old bronze coin
Or a treasured skull
She looks out for me
Amongst the ashes
In my dreams
I am like a wild horse
Kicking the waves
Running free
Sensations so deep
They make me dizzy
I look up, reading the map of stars
Struggling not to blink
In case they vanish
It feels as if my life
Has been both a long and short trip
That there is much to learn
About being a woman
A knack of understanding
I must nurture and let grow
I look forward to summer
When apples are swapped for peaches
When sugar spills down my lips
And my hunger for sweetness is sated
I must trust my kindred spirit
Know that she will guide me
Bright as the North Star
I will let her out of the attic
Place my hand in hers
- And fly.
For Shay's Word Garden
