There's a witch that lives inside of me.
She dances in a moonlit forest glen,
decked out in custom sky-clad robes,
to the wailing of a wild fairy band.
Oh, I pity her at times.
She's set free to dance
only in the landscapes of my dreams.
But I envy her always-
she has the confidence to dance.
9/23/07
Toni Atchison
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-witch/
