Witchcraft

Whose multi chambered heart
Longing, brings forth new spring
Reaching senselessly to her light
From the cold and reckless earth

Whose understanding omnipotent
fears not the dark foreboding
She drinks in it’s black liquor
Transmutes poison to antidote

Whose touch, once delivered
Kindles billions of tiny fires
The blistering sun and the cover of shelter
Life giving rain and tides under moon

Whose love is boundless
Timeless and pure
Surrounds and pervades
When I walk through the door

Whose eyes reside tearless
Around every bend
Whose skin is the comfort of
Home at day’s end