DarkMoon Night

The night is moist black velvet, soft and warm,
It presses firm against me, entering me, making me dream.....
I shed the cares and clothing of the world beyond this place....
The pungent moss pillows me as the cold pricks of light,
the stars,
watch and go about their tasks....
uncaring in the darkmoon night.

My ears maintain the silence that is required to hear
the keening voices of spirits in the trees and rocks and soil....
Ancient beyond believing.....
And I am kin to them...one with them...
as they croon their sweet and poignant music to the mother....
not understanding....but nonetheless in awe.
And then...

CLICK

The words are clear...they call for him...

CLICK

The heavy darkness quickens......now alive with promise.
Half-lidded eyes grow wide and soft with passion.
A touch of mothwing lightness on my glowing breast....
this is no slumbering fantasy.

CLICK

My love who held himself aloof in some medium
that I could touch but could not reach....
is with me...within me....
And all the cold stars spiral down in endless sparks of fire...

CLICK

Alone once more
I lift the moistened soil in my hand....
caress it...
all I have until....
We meet again and love.....

some darkmoon night.