By Sky Claudette Soto
As with mantle an opulent cup, sits cradled in the palm of my hands joyously overflowing
In a days brilliant light as bright as glittering stars that glisten, down ever so rambunctiously as a rekindled and convolving
heaven above and an entwining heaven below sits an ever so graciously.. and bestowing golden, silver of stars that are seen that only passers by envision a great knowing of all that Ostara is closest and nearest to thine heart, as we searcheth,
forth most, endowed within our own inner and outer crystalline egg of life in a rein of rains towards a ravenous Successor whom is a seer, aware
Of mystical beauties.