Medicine-Woman* Poem by elysabeth faslund

I am she of roses and wolves.
I am one with fire and air.
I am she who weaves clouds.
I am one with water and earth.

There is a key to forgetting.
There is a limit to shame.
They are woven in tapestry.
It is mine to name.

I have been in the dark of shadows.
I hold the life of stars.
I have been in the corner of Heaven.
I hold the fire of Hell.

Where is that second of forgetting?
Where is the heart in your eyes?
Is it the wall you will remember?
Or the love you tried to disguise?

I wander the life of petals...beloved of a wolf.
I dance the fire of stars...woven in the mists.
I hold the Heaven of Earth...Hell is but shadow.
I reach my hand...with Time...
With the key.