Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Goodbye Leonie

Lotus Moon

Come dance by the Gypsy fire,” she said;
where the Sage speaks of forgotten words,
and candles play with mimsy shadows,
‘neath the Lotus Moon and your tears.

I finger ruby shoes round my throat –
a talisman of time’s tapestry;
extending my arms in expectation,
and clutch at her mem’ried melody.

Guitars purr in gossamer moonlight,
and my feet prance in driven dream –
and she glides with me in the glomming
while soft petals swirl in the night.


3 Comments:

At 3:50 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

This piece is nothing short of divine...

 
At 4:31 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

Oh my faucon. Leonie would have so loved this. I can see her eyes twinkling with merriment and pleasure. Of course, she would be a little embarrassed about all the attention but I would get my best le Enchanteur look and tell her to ENJOY.

 
At 6:09 AM, Blogger sage said...

you paint a lovely, rich and vivid picture here kind poet; I'm lovin' this!

sage

 

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