A vivacious daydreamer,
Eyes effulgent with life
And a savage, tumultuous fire...
Born from summer’s verdant arms,
Lifted from twilight’s fervor,
And transcending all barriers,
A woman’s quiet form
Emerges to harness the sky.  

Hands tattered by the marks of time
Are thrown up to the clouds,
Capturing each twinkle of power
Fluttering upward
From the breathing earth.  

Sepulchral vocals throb incantations,
The words spinning in the air
As energy weaves through her fingers,
Only smashing to the ground
When her confident command bids it.

Her prayer of peace is delicately whispered
In fluid, ancient tongue
As she pitches her magic forward
And watches it softly disperse
Within the electrically charged air...
And then she walks away,
Knowing now that the power for change
Rests in the tender hands
Of we who believe it can happen.

*Inspired by recent headlines, some of my own daydreams, and the knowledge that has always been in my heart- we have the power to change our world, to make the bad things good, to care for each other, encourage one another, and to, above all else, love with every fiber of our beings*