Whispering Wandress

Wavering with the Wind

Swaying back and forth

Like a gypsy with gin

She holds a wand

To her mind

To remove bad memories

And leave them behind

Light cotton dress

Looking subcontinental

Dreaming Day Dreams

Of the Extra-Dimensional

Her candles stand

In the Light of Mary

A Halo of Fire

Finds the Resurrection of the Divine

A spinning record

Playing noise from a simpler time

She’s the Wandress of the Wind

Hair hanging high in the air

It was just dry shampooed

So she smells appealing to handsome dudes

She’s living in light

Down on Venice Beach

Selling seashells

To everyone she meets

I admire her from a far

From up on the ridge

Smile a smile that’s parsecs wide

Saddle Up the Iron Horse

With thoughts of her

Easy, I Ride