Sage of My Senses

I experience the stars prancing around
Like a carousel they spun and spun
Gliding across the darkness with ease
They dance with the streaming river jewels
Spiraling their magic kisses on my soul

I then watched them covet the hidden darkness
As they adorned the waning moon with secrets
Shining their glistering prismatic purposes
I gathered them like inquisitive little children

Listening to their silent wishes wistfully wishing
I noticed they were shimmery clandestine treasures
Gloaming Oracles of untouched shamanic memories
Whispers of Mother Spirit and daughters of healing seers

Among the elder soothsayers and druidess bards I see
Celebrations of psalmic womanhood and intrinsic wisdom
Where I willingly embrace the shadows of their magical hue
Resting my spirit’s palm inside the parlor of prophetic visions

As I absorb this spiritual essence with innate promise
My sealed oath of the sacred circle of divinity is revealed
While my goddess awakens from within keyholes waxed locket
Attuning this sweet esoteric sage of my clairsentient senses
I become one with the visceral stars under the bonds of the phasing moon

Philosophic Poetry: Victoria L. McColley