Sweet sentiment, Autumn's grace, as evening's cool a last embrace for Mother's chance to weary rest. To bed geraniums, porticula, dahlia and lily smile. To blanket weeping cherry sprig, sterling rose, rosemary hedge. I'll not be here when spring arrives and you awake from winter's test. Goodbye, my loves.....I thank thee once again for merriment and merry meet. For taking tears that shattered granite walls, entranced becoming fairy sleeve pressed to my lips as satin kiss while elves did decorate this Queen with Lavender blooms and Burgundy robes of Violet petal and Ivy green lace. I'll not forget nights spent beneath Weeping Willow watching waiting hoping hearing...in Love with all I touch and trace into the sand at water's edge. Then finding precious time had turned a fragmented force to blood that burns. 'Tis time, sweet baby's breath, to take my leave, armor intact, and mount the horse my Knights did send. For once again Kingdoms call with parchment wrapped adventure. Goblets to raise, and flags unfurl. Fires to kindle, rainbows to paint, forests to conquer, Love to re-place. Stand aside Ye past of gloom, this Water Queen is warrior cloaked in Earth and Magick's full embrace. No mortal man can prevent that which destiny doth write in Moonlit shadowed clandestine tryst, velvet moss our bed of bliss. Once again I stand naked and unashamed of who I am in Spirit's sight.....In Love with God, and His delight.

To some whose sleepy eyes would call this woman's will a scourge of flame, I bow deferring power to Him....I am untouched and Loved beyond a call of animal desire. Though passion deep, would not be wise to cross a King who's child I am, lusting only for touch or satiety's whim. I dance with Dragons! I parlay with Gnomes. Have ye the courage to sit on a Throne of adoration's gaze, content to watch and never steal that which my Birthright's fate did seal? My gifts to you are sights unseen, awakened from sleep to lofty dreams....a chance to envelope the Life that you are, a time to cancel-out trivial scars. The courage to stand beside Eagle and bear with the wisdom of Mouse and cloaked disguise of Hare. Come run with me through the wood and the rain, past the tempest of storm and the splinters of pain. Take up your armor of Thistle and Rose for naught else is needed in Angel repose. The Thistle is that which will prick thee awake. The Rose fills thy senses for gentleness sake. Carry a robe made of sweet memories respite, to cover and warm you through cold lonely nights. And take thee a mirror, past triumphs to see, gaze in it often to scribe who you'll be.