rose quartz, amethyst,
plate of obsidian wrapped in my palm
the full moon waged her wars
between the light and dirty
to assist me,
all for me –
it hangs from my neck,
She rests a hand on my shoulder
I would not take Her for granted
ever the glimmering comfort
She Who Listens To Me
prayers written in my book
to tell Her I am grateful
for Her wisdom and Her patience
while I follow the path through the grass
obsidian wrapped in my palm
rose quartz by my heart,
amethyst in my mouth
I will myself to peace.