Beneath the moons full light
I feel mended
a gansey with a dropped stitch
darned and shapely once again.
When alone on a night like this
i'm not a bit lonely, far from it
I embrace it like some kind of witch.
Had this been a few hundred years ago
I’d be scorned and perhaps
hung from a tree.
Crystals cleanse in the moonlight
their energy renewed and ready
to battle the chakras,
balance the body once again.
When the body is out of kilter
anything can happen.
If the medical world can’t fix it
the alternative is worth a try, isn’t it?