Fiddlesticks and gumdrops
children skipping to and fro
unicorns and make believe
pretty maidens in a row.

Daydreams filled with fantasy
and dollies made of lace
who's the child behind the tears
that stain her wistful face?

A reflection filled with power
crystal rainbows in the stone
searching for the answers
she's still waiting to be shown.

Her travels have been many
and so clever this disguise
take her in your magick hands
and bid her spirit rise.

Willow Dancer 12/21/05
Copyright © 2005


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