Flower Moon (Luna Series)

Chapter 2 Moon Roses

Chapter 2 "Moon Roses"

Songwriting:

DESPERADO

What bring you this way?

Your hair as silk as moiré

Your steps sing out a symphony

DESPERADO

"Desperado" Flower Moon Track 8

It was great to hurry back to our little house that the highway overlooked as you rode to any place in town. I felt I was never stuck in one spot. If I would ever become lonely I could just hop in my car. I had everything that a young adult woman like me could ask for. The only thing that lacks in my life was love. The tender touch of holding hands, gentle kisses, the conversation from someone who cares and of course l lovemaking. I watched the highway from my bedroom overlooking the cars wondering if Mr. Right will one day show up. I cast many love spells for others that end up in happiness. I never could do it for myself.

I felt such a black widow in the game of courtship and nor did the fair maiden rain down with a possible mate. I had never been on a date. At the age of eight-teen, I was wishing just once in my life to experience what we see on those chick flicks on a lonely Saturday night. It was sick to know I was dreaming about a man. A man that I barely knew.

The name Jave continue in my head as I drove home. He had such a hunger in his eyes. I could not put in words but my curious mind of wanting to know more did not dissolve over a long ride or the glass of grape juice I sat next to me as I stared into space.

Had quantum physics fell me from ever having a love? Was I not as good in my own craft for my own self? Could it be Chopra theory on magic was all wrong with it came to casting love spells?

I had many love drawing magic in my book of shadow but nothing had worked for me. I felt foolish leaving rose petals down the road to an expected lover to find me. It did draw him near to me but as human science act as thieves, he was stolen away from me. He had found love a few neighbors down. I learn never to get help from witches over the internet.

The three-bedroom house was quiet. Only people spoke was my spirit guides as they argue among themselves. They act as thou they are a married couple fussing over my life reminding me how bad it was and good in some ways. It was a secret I kept even from my mother about them. MacGregor taught many people would think I was crazy but they are their not to be advertised in entertainment as a game. Many fakes have learned to take over the power world with lies of entertainment because they actually don't believe in guides themselves.

I hung my keys by the kitchen as I do as a standard. I gather a few things to start a very diminutive circle. I was more depress as the two-spirit guides continue on. They were not lonely at all. They had each other. I had nothing but a promise of my gift to hear them.

The sound of my phone took me out of my gloominess. It annoyed me as I walked down the stairs. Misery sometimes does not enjoy friendship contrary to what others may assume.

"Hello." I sighed as I took a bottomless breath.

"I could call back," a male voice said over the receiver.

"No. Who are you calling for?" I questioned him holding the phone close to my ear.

"It is Jave," as a silence grew on the phone.

What was I supposed to do? In fact, I was thunderstruck. Why would a polo model call someone like me? This male was for a runway model, a prime Madonna, and a Barbie female. You know the girls in the best sororities on campus walking with best guys in fraternity. On our campus, Greek costume parties were in for those who thought they were gods of the campus. Who would have wanted a witch who could not get a date for her own self with her own enchantment?