Elizabeth Kate Switaj from “Gifts of the Tarot” Queen of Wands you will rule as I do sprouting wand leaves could take for butterflies & sunflower that never dies to seed nothing to devour or plant but what your hands can untangle from these rhizomes transplant migrate attracted to lithe black cat betrays you to your brilliant flight Old Soul Mates for Martyn this is no sunset romance no lie of our star sinking behind solid crags of shadows still we spun past all that gold before our words before our independence & all our rejections we were born too old for our hair to turn gray this is a midnight romance we cling to each other's walking bodies we ought to be asleep continuing to speak & turn & morning starts here too
