Each night I wait in the silk tree garden
Moon a mirror where my tresses are full
And white with the light of dreams spilling freely
I wait for your footfalls
Your dense laughter through the forest surrounding
My sanctuary, my place of remembering
Where prayers are whispers
Woven into the fine gown I am wearing
Wait till the night fades
And my shadow becomes me…
About the Author Kat Smith: I am a professional psychic medium and writer living on Long Island N.Y. with my partner Joe and our two Siberian Huskies. We are both proud parents and grandparents and we enjoy the beauty of the ocean and the Sound surrounding us.
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