~Believe~
Category: Writing and Poetry
I spread my wings
you were sposed to let me fly
not steal the magick powder
from my wings
watching me spiral to the ground
and die.
You stand for the trial from my Mother Gaia
her Luna Moth held within her palm
the proof of your transgression.
You thought because it was night
and you hidden in shadows
she wouldn't miss me.
"I am the night, I am the light.
What good is it to you
this magick of wings?
A magick you scarce know of
let alone believe.
Why is it you, human
feel no worth for life but your own?
As you are my children
so are the other life forms surrounding you.
I give freely to you
and endure your thoughtless abuses.
When a star falls from the sky
do you not know the earth trembles?
The sky weeps...for one is lost.
Beauty is not in the multitude of the stars
or trees
or flowers
or fairies...
but what each one contributes to the whole
and THAT is magick."
And so within the hand of Gaia
from the tear and love of a Mother
a luna moth trembles to life.
Beckoning you to believe.
~Kory~
06/06/07
