Honesty

Fire spirits just left
With the north wind,
Kissing me at night,
Dreaming my life...
The gift of honesty
They left for me,
Whispering candles
Of magic mystery.
The fire becomes so...
So gentle in the soul,
That only feathers
Can touch the whole.
They left the spider
In here with me,
To guard my heart
From poetry...
Spells and words
Do not live in here,
Only my being...
My soul and spirit,
That can not be
Catch without that...
Blessed honesty.