At one point I sought out power
Powerful women
Knowledgeable witches
And wizards.
I sought to find those
Who could burns as bright as I could
And was left empty
Striving towards a
Vision never to be met
A Height sought,
never to be caught.
Grasping causes the
Thing we want to
Slip through our fingers
No matter the power of
The grip.
Then three maidens fair
Danced before my eyes
Never seeking to impress me
As those with power often do
They built the power
Between one another
Through bonds of love
And friendship
And I found beauty
More powerful
Than anything I went seeking for…
I was humbled…
Beauty of heart
Is the most powerful
Of all.
