The Medium

Night fades into silent reflection.

The pendulum sways to and fro.

One spirit says,‘ yes.’

Another says,’ no.’

Wails and cries are heard through out the

Endless night.

The dreamer tries to wake,

Yet she is shunned from the light.

She sees the wheel turn slow,

She was chosen to reside and guide within her

Mother’s glow.

One spirit says,’ yes.’

Another says,’ no.’