White Sage

Of all the creatures that
have crossed the page,
my favourite of all
is the White Sage

Passing through time
from magic sands,
it was gifted her Story
went through the lands

From trails of snails
and the twitter of birds,
nature alone
passed on the word

Her beauty does shine
and challenge the light,
the twinkle of eye
glows sapphire at night

A gown flowing free
of golden hue,
and the cord at waist
a rainbow of blues

Her voice does soothe
the furies of fate,
her touch will heal
an object of hate

Dreaming stories
to the four winds
telling and teaching
as time did begin

Weaving tales
that float in thin air,
riding a griffin
without any care

Painting the streaks
that tail the stars,
leaving a map
to treasure afar

Shaping a horn
of timeless life,
the unicorn born
did jump tonight

At night if I
sit statue still,
I see a griffin
crest the hill

And watching as magic
dazzles an age,
I sit in awe
of the White Sage