i am under her spell.

i watched her

waking from hibernation,

neither ghost nor girl

but hovering somewhere in between,

a born wildflower drifting

so i taught her

to dance in rays of sunlight,

to run beneath the rain

and now,

she is anointed with energy,

illuminated from within

she goes up in flames

and emerges with wings

she becomes the magic

that keeps me wild

– ashley jane

we’ll all revel in the blaze

i watched her rise
from the ashes you left her in
dressed in golden stars,
adornments plucked from the heavens
she wears them like war paint,
a firewalker fueled by the power
of a thousand suns,
a heat aching to ignite
i call her phoenix
and one day,
she’ll burn your world down 

– ashley jane

she sees your truth.

she belongs with the wolves of winter,

a pack of restless souls bound in spirit,

their gypsy hearts beating in sync

with the rise and fall of a mystic moon

they are truth and purity housed behind

a stubborn love and piercing eyes

they are the wildflower warriors,

all brilliant beauty

with the power to see beneath

all the masks you wear

– ashley jane