Circles

circles night of the blue moon the second time it calls on this gentle, indigo canvas stars, we of the fiery hearts we are lost daughters the hidden ones. air a hypnotic brew cedar and sage sweet grass and incense cleanse the sacred space ?fill it with barely audible chanting lifted upon the birch smoke invite our grandmothers return drum sounds echo through borrowed bodies heart beat of mother earth synchronous with all hearts each woman stares unblinking into pirouetting flame secret musings, unshared wisdom we are the unborn come to tell the old tales lest they be lost forever.