This loner has gone sober

She’s dressed in grace

In orbit of self

Wreaks of roses and sage

Fingers that would never commit treason

The voice of reason

Moonlit nights

Fit for a queen

A fixed sign

The suns heat

A glow from within

Ascending higher

We took flight

Elevated to higher consciousness

Candles burning

Skin is yearning

Intention is lit

With every fire came redemption

Aligned perfection

Self discovery

Isn’t she lovely?