Moon
Imagine me -
queen of diamonds -
in the blackest midnight sky -
transformed by time,
transformed by light,
following the feathered span of clouds,
dragging tides behind me
like a bridal gown,
spoiled,
rolled in sand,
stitched into my velvet chrysallis.
queen of diamonds -
in the blackest midnight sky -
transformed by time,
transformed by light,
following the feathered span of clouds,
dragging tides behind me
like a bridal gown,
spoiled,
rolled in sand,
stitched into my velvet chrysallis.
posted by burning moon at 3:03 AM
3 Comments:
So glad I found your poems again!
Lovely - like you.
Best wishes always, Laura
Lovely lyrical poetry kid, I really like this one *smile*
Thanks Laura, and thanks Chris :)
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