Mistress Moon

reason will be guided in another way

Intense Observation

Lying
in the star-strewn garden of night,
planting dreams.
Seeds of moments, watered by words softly spoken,
mined now like gold dust-
these memories-
bedded down before the cold snap, down below
last night’s shuttered eyes,
where early morning lights pierce like ice growing underfoot.

                                        turn inside out, do not be afraid

                             let the silky night slide over and deep under you

                                  when the point digs into your skin, push

                                                  onto it, welcome it

                                   your next form will be scarred with power

                                                  a warrior’s reward.

 
these feet my fins to swim 
to you how i travel when i dream 
through water
for no other i’d wander
long roads and wait on benches
getting dirty and pretty 
and nearer to you

these feet my fins to swim 

to you how i travel when i dream 

through water

for no other i’d wander

long roads and wait on benches

getting dirty and pretty 

and nearer to you

You’ll remember this place well, the haven you called Hell.  By the steppin’ stones of your invention for the cat that wore the bell.

~MS