Thursday, March 04, 2010

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.

3 Comments:

Blogger 2 peas in a pod said...

So glad I found your poems again!

Lovely - like you.

Best wishes always, Laura

4:00 AM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Lovely lyrical poetry kid, I really like this one *smile*

12:49 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Thanks Laura, and thanks Chris :)

1:22 PM  

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