Ostara come

She smiles for the butterflies around her heart,

bringing flowers to life in such a beautiful light.

Birds sing her name as love blesses her eyes,

lips of captivation untold her love by life.

She touches all around her in this mysterious garden,

dancing fairies playing songs of simplification.

Ostara blends into illusions of pleasure,

yearning to make beauty form in her kiss.

Waterfalls illuminating desire cold,

hazel eyes perceived belief letting go.

Walking into this garden where lovers play,

twisting together to form the Witch found as one.

Sorrowful tears raining life in this spring I see,

covered by her heart my love is in her eyes.

Fill me within your creation bound in flames,

tame the beast inside of my dying heart.

Ostara come to me in my life ready to flourish,

as winter fades it is in your arms I belong.







Johnny Newell