A moon princess
prepares
for her coronation:
She wakes early
every morning to
chant ancient songs,
remains a light turned
on, a bright good morning
from winter to spring;
leaves offerings of her
tears and laughter
at the alter with care;
fasted, washed her face
and hair and danced naked
in the stream from day to night.
After turning away from
herself she turns
back with rosy cheeks:
A moon princess
prepares
for her crown:
she wears the webbed
melody of singing
stars strung together,
she hums and resonates
her body begins to harmonize
her voice turns to gravity:
she can speak
she can think
she can hear;
her hand outstretched
to the people, her
love refined
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
A moon princess
prepares
for her coronation:
She wakes early
every morning to
chant ancient songs,
remains a light turned
on, a bright good morning
from winter to spring;
leaves offerings of her
tears and laughter
at the alter with care;
fasted, washed her face
and hair and danced naked
in the stream from day to night.
After turning away from
herself she turns
back with rosy cheeks:
A moon princess
prepares
for her crown:
she wears the webbed
melody of singing
stars strung together,
she hums and resonates
her body begins to harmonize
her voice turns to gravity:
she can speak
she can think
she can hear;
her hand outstretched
to the people, her
love refined
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