Moon Maiden

Evelyn De Morgan, Sleeping Earth, Waking Moon

From forest to sea, she cries,
I need the moon-

watch the tides–
if water or blood flows,
she is there, hiding behind clouds
waiting

with rusted tongue
to sing of dreams
that soar through time
on sparkled wings

see them above the garden?
Diamond birds,
whose glistening ghost-kisses
touch your soul, whispering secrets
that you won’t remember when you wake.

My poetry collaboration with the magnetic poetry Oracle. She’s in a dreamy mood today.

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