Vivian's Song (Whispers in the Wind)

Vivian walked the cliffs each night
Under the old pale moon
The wind blew in her face and hair
And toward it she would stare

She feared to Be who she should be
Wise women know 'tis much
To hope the world will understand
Our beings

But she hopped the shores
Took shells to ear
Their songs she'd gladly hear

They told her to be
Not afraid
They told her to feel free

Through foamy waters
Over feet
She skipped the rocks
So fleet
They taught her to take all her time
But not to skip a beat

She had a cottage by the sea
And by it, harvest herbs
She knew some secrets of the earth
And listened when it stirred

When she was a girl
She'd learned The Ways
And of The Mysteries
She pored over the books of Alchemy

But at times she felt it
Clammy grey
A tugging of the heart

She lit the candles
Watched the wax
And hoped to live through art

She studied creatures
Big and small
A bee stings to survive
But it dies each time
It causes pain
While others stay alive

But one day
She leapt off
Of those cliffs
Stiff and stark

Diving deep
Cooled the furnace
Saw the sunlight
Through the surface

And the fish called her name
Said, go sing! Go. Sing

Play your harp. Cast your spells
Be so sharp
Like a dart

And as she strummed, strummed the ripples
Of the blue, pure and true
She breathed in
Found she could

And went up
Sought the woods

So Vivian shed her selkie skin
A cloak of threads so thick
Her seal coat had been slippery and slick

She warmed herself near crackling fire
And brewed a potion strong
She knew what she must do to carry on

As the steam rose up
Caressed her face
So sacred and so dear
It gave her insights into things now clear

And she stood up tall
She eyed herself
A tiny smile traced
She knew she felt the joy of Hope's embrace