In a dusty studio, under pale lights
Hands busily crafting away
Imagination as untamed as wildfire
every home has a hearth,
around the stove warm and inviting,
aromas and love pour into playful mugs
and meals are shared without hesitation
giggles of delight and whispers cross your painted lips
eyes sparkling with childlike curiosity and plans
you and i partake of that which we are not supposed to
and we share that secret of corked bottles and smokey rooms
a toast, to those who love us and support us,
who build us up from the ashes
and who tear us down when we allow our rambunctious desires to play without supervision
a hit, for those moments we realize there truly are things out of our control
and the best we can do is savor the present whole heartedly
(Look at the beautiful thing my Best Friend wrote me)
The Carving Witch 