Sisters at Solstice
Close in every way.
Tied together by heart strings,
Communing, sharing, boundless souls.
Summer eve’s fire of light and drums brings us together.
We woman are drummers, playing the rhythm of life.
Givers of life, keepers of souls,
Ours and others, together in harmony.
Old friends and new, first and last.
Time is no separator, souls know no distance.
Heart words flow and sage cleans as
we face our fears and hopes, hand in hand.
The vale is lifted,
The curtain swept back.
The darkness is soft and warm
with the fullness of life.
The fire light defines the dark and
our spirit moves freely between them.
Light and dark can not exist without each other,
like tear drops and smiles.
Throughout the evening, our emotions run high and then crash to
the depths and are full of hope and love, happiness and tears.
For we are women of soul, of life
and darkness, of love and laughter…
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