Cloud Surfing

witches White
Surfing Clouds
circling Eights
eight, eight, eight, eight, eight

            into your arms
            into your Light
            I wish you would
            hold me,
            my tear -frozen eyes
            my hands of
            Her crystalline fury,

            Exquisite

Cloud-Surfing,
Witches White
Lift me up to your Circle
I yearn to dance
I long to Cloud-Surf with  thee
Grand Mother, as your filmy White robes
Sweep the SunSet, Storm-lit Sky

Please protect the kittens,
Grand Lady,
as I am waiting for thee
Please keep them warm -
I know you will

witches White
in silent song
Surfing Clouds
Circling Eights
Eight, Eight, Eight, Eight, Eight

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**the #8 also means
"other world"
in another tongue