Rode through forests so dark
Could only let the horse pick the way.
Called down the moon,
Draped in silver arms,
Goddess whispering across every inch of skin my name:
“Remember what you know.
Remember you are power.
Know that I have missed you.”
ah the days of outlaw goddesses and roses
the only silver needed was the moon
the only answer
a thousand molly bloom type yeses
what else could I say to the one who truly knew my name?
probably written in the early 90’s