I think of her when the moon is full...
Moonstruck, Moonshadows
We were lunatics together
We waxed and waned,
Only to brighten again.
Priestess of the moon.
Her Mooncalf, I, was entranced
By her ever changing face,
Drawn to the dance
Of her waves on moonshadowed shores.
Our last moon, red,
Forecast stormy weather.
Swift tide's running
Undertowed us
To separate shores.
I think of her when the moon is full,
Moonstruck, Moonshadow,
Changeable lunarian,
She waxes, and wanes.
I now follow the sun.
by M. Anne Vespry
Aug 20, 1994
Although I do understand that by putting this up online I'm making it easy for people to take, I would appreciate it if folk didn't swipe it. Ask me, and nine times out of ten I'll give my permission.
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