Lady
I met The Lady toNight,
She, whose smile,
sardonic, bemused,
beatific,
Lights Nights' Mist,
Deep perfumed Dark,
filmy grey fogged Curtain,
covers this gifted Stage;
angel covens dance
draped in Moonflowers
costumed in Japanese Wisteria
disguised in sweet, acrid Jasmine
sleeping Stars
bleed their secrets -
a Crimson Moon's Joy;
achy moods bloom in
drowsing girls' Dreams;
sweep blood-covered hills
Morning sleeps far
I met the Lady In The Moon
I realized then ____
She is a witch
"A Witch is Magic,"
She told me,
her voice otherworldly,
strong
soft
melodic
magnetic
potent Word Clouds,
her burning Gifts;
ancient Sea Songs,
Mothers' screams;
spirited caverns, full inside, where infants' slumb'ring Souls
aWait
The Night's glowing Damsel,
Queen of moods and frothy Seas,
She rolled toward me -
reached out !
She rolled toward me
merrily serious
"A Witch is Magic;
A Witch be Magic
and
Magic is Good "
I thought she, shy, began a wink ....
around she rolled
She glowed gold white
She rolled toward me .... ?
Shrouded in Mist
A Moment's Thrill
Forever -
She disappeared
behind Dark Trees
GoodNight Lady
