Lady Harlequin Poem by Josephe Buchanan

With eyes from the ancestors, she can be a both warrior or ninja. Her yoga mat falls off her shoulders and this mat hides two swords. One is for truth and one for protecting the light. She is a traveler who was born a priestess who owns many beads like she were a living rosary. Indifferent to ignorance, she never ignored one fact and became a multi-dimension. I who bears the pen became a dragon who was delivered to capture this beauty, like a supernova, that’s trapped inside of a human. She left humans to protect the light. Some may know her as Maya, both traveler and harlequin. But those who are privileged call her “Bells”.