She sees the wild wind & its messages
told,
She feels the moon & the embrace of its
hold,
She hears the old earth & the shift of
its words,
She speaks in silence & the language of
birds,
She walks the dust paths where no man goes,
She flies far skies where the fire- dragon blows,
She tastes ambrosia of high mountain streams,
She knows deep secrets of old witches’ dreams,
Soul is her name.
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