Curious Mixtures

Curious mistress, wayward sister

Disappearing into the night

Feel the forest's heartbeat pulsing under your feet

Whispering trees, your disguise

Come to no harm, under the stars

Slither of moon as your guide

Let dawn be a warning, home by the morning

Chased by the racing daylight

You could swing for this

You could swing for this

Curious mixtures, strange elixirs

Clink in a bag in your arms

Tonic and tincture, no spells, no scripture

Natural, magical charms

Desperate voices, stripped of their choices

Echoing loud in your ears

Mother to mother, daughter to daughter

Nurtured for centuries

You could drown for this

You could drown for this

Run, run, run

Run, run, run

Curious keeper, feminine secrets

Heavy on your heart and your mind

Confidante, healer, listener, reader

Stories between the lines

Looking for clues, listening for cues

Treading the shaky high wire

Holding the weight of everyone's fate

Delicate lives in your hands

You could burn for this

You could burn for this

Curious mixtures, strange elixirs

Ruby and amber glass vials

A liquid to make a life come too soon

The other keeps it safely inside

Let her decide

Let her decide

You let her decide