Visions

She stands there

a witch possibly

alone in true seclusion, she

holding  her crystal awareness

unseen till that moment, we

observed her

feeling that latent spirit

her silhouette as darkness falls

a quietness as shadows engulf her

and perhaps the odd Owl calls

a moonless night creates such wisdom

resolves to transmit silent waves

she administers the freedom

in her hands the light she saves

out across the wide horizon

she sees so much and  sees so far

blessed are the souls that wander

in search of a brighter star

revolving in the misty cloud forms

locked aside the swirling light

she reveals  forthcoming visions

as the wind begins to bite

motionless she holds position

as serene as she can be

seeing visions of the future

which could be extraordinary