~~~<¤>~~~

through
lichen clouds
and lace of leaves
moonlight wanders
wends and weaves

a cowl'd orb
a saintly pearl
a poem rewritten
by the world

a swooning dove
a gentle face
in loving here
there's no disgrace

brings She out
her mystery still
floating effortless
at will

how oft does She
rehearse the game
in many phases
do the same

in Her embrace
sweet dreams are free
unbound by

moonlight mystery


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/29/2015