It is magic
Pieces of life flit through my vision
I am a life-creature,
a woman of the earth,
a white witch,
one who sees the spots of color on the breeze.
If you let me point your eyes in the right direction,
you might see them too;
see the strange symbols I see
tattooed on your body,
reflected in the air like mirrors,
*clearer* than if they were visible.
I love you.
I will send for the wind
to bring you to me.