Mists of Luna

I heard on the misty lunar tides,
The call of the spirit of the loon.
She sang sirenlike to my mind,
Of green depths and giggling water.

She came upon shimmering waves,
And stood featherlike before me.
And she sang as the mermaids do,
To me in crimson dreams and nightmares.

I lay bare and unfolded as a chrysalis,
My soul reflected in the pool’s depths.
I grow then like a honeysuckle,
To encompass the land.

I uncurled like the dragon’s breath,
In the frosty pink air of dawn,
To enfold the horizon and the stream
Of consciousness flowing inside me.

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