May. 9th, 2009

Poetry: My Spark

fire sparks from your smithy,
i watch the sparks dance and fly.
twirling up, spiralling higher.

i reach a hand out,
with a hope and a wish.
to be able to create like mine mother.

a spark, a fey light.
within reach, but just without.
a whisper of creation.

a project long forgotten,
a need for healing to be completed.
desire for completion is at hand.

i can feel your love and healing, surround me.
creation springs forth from my fingertips.
fire and sparks escape from my smithy.

for moments, of wonder and awe...
i am the goddess, and she is me.
as we create and heal.