Secret Ladee of the Night

I remember so well dancing that last, wild dance A journey across the essence of time Once upon a midnight clear I danced beneath the waning moon wanting to drink the sweet wine of forgetfulness The sometimes, bitter fruit left a taste of regret upon my tongue. Now, in my older years I’ll reclaim that woman child I’ll believe in faeries and flying saucers and wash my face in fresh, fallen rain I’ll wear bright, wild, plume feathered hats I’ll have a secret name that no one knows but me Then I’ll laugh at those whose judgements‘ and absurdities' so riled my fury I'll pray for the sweet nature of other spirits to take up their beat within my heart I’ll be… The Secret Ladee Of The Night ~ *~*~