Weirding

You are the moth that attracts the flame.
For adventures you are always game.

You’ve lived a handful of lives by now.
You have drunk the milk & bought the cow.

You have not taken many main ways.
You veer to yeas & avoid the nays.

You’re not the piper; you are the pipe.
You have nurtured fruits & sunned them ripe.

You have founded dreams with trusty stone.
You are the maiden, mother & crone.