Laughing, she danced across the moonlit bridge.
Her hair flew and glowed silver in the night light.
She kept dancing, as if begging me to follow her.
As the night progressed, she danced faster and faster,
Until she herself was becoming a beam of moonlight.
Her silver hair, and her bright green eyes of fire called to me,
To not let her go.
So I followed and danced as if she were the puppeteer,
And I were just the puppet.
Over bridges, through woods, and across fields of grass we danced,
Knowing that our dance was for the Lady.
She kept looking up towards the sky,
As if she could see Her perfect beauty.
And in fact we could, as the moon was full,
And the light pouring down on us blessed our actions.
We continued until we reached a small clearing in a forest.
There she slowed, there she stopped, there she fell.
When I ran over to her, she lay there smiling, staring up,
Wanting to be filled with the Lady's Glory of that night.
She was out of breath, but that did not stop her from speaking silently,
The inaudible words never being clearly heard.
She lay there, panting, and then her eyes closed,
And a beautific look of peace came over her.
She told me she was blessed,
And that the Lady had promised never to leave her.
So I sat, and held her in my arms,
Waiting for when she was finished with this night.
By the time the sun rose,
I was weeping on her,
And she lay, perfectly still,
As pretty as the time I first saw her,
Her hair shimmering in the golden light,
And her pale skin luminescent.
I sat there, holding her, until my tears ran out.
As I watched the sun rise,
I grieved, but in that grief came wisdom.
She had done what she needed,
And the Mother had brought her home.
cr...asc. 1999.
(Sorry, had hoped to use a pic from my photobucket like before, but now, it won't even let me do that - sigh - odd, now when I press 'insert image' I keep getting a window opening, displaying just the photo's I have already posted in the 'photo' section at Thoughts..
any idea's???)
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