Mistress Moon


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Her face is frost etched glass
floating in the blue-black winds of the night;
she illuminates footsteps hushed
on decayed and dampened leaves;
grieves for freshly planted souls
who have turned from the light of day.

Her midnight corset is tightly laced
by the dazzling tails of falling stars;
she moves in phases
with the  tempered grace of a childless empress
wandering silently and with bowed head
through the cold shadows of winter’s garden.

She seduces the wolf and the poet
with equal ambivalence, each of whom
compose for her dream-soaked arias
and haunting sonnets that speak of
promises never meant to be kept.

She mourns her  powdered reflection
as it ripples across frozen lakes:
hides behind silver-lined clouds when
she can no longer bear the loneliness
of her shadowy journey across granite
mountaintops and sleeping meadows.

At last, in the cool, grey light of morning,
as the sun softly caresses her porcelain
cheek with warm fingers of breaking light,
she sighs but once, then slowly fades into
the rose colored blush of a new day.

One Star


You and I
are touched by one star.

Wherever we are
we stand together in one light
which no depth or height or distance
can ever dim.

Wherever we are
our light shines;
past time and space
past flesh to thought,
we feel its power.

Wherever we go
the day will dawn
and the star will appear;
for we are children to this light
and it fosters our childhood dreams.

In its light, we have found ways
to heal, to bind up,
to tear down the feeble structures
of fear and hate
carelessly constructed within us.

You and I
are touched by one star.

In its glowing embrace
we find our true selves;
we find our peace.

Today we may stand alone,
be we stand strong.
Through the corridors of our courage
we have helped one another
discover those eternal lines
of love within ourselves;
our birthright discovered because

You and I are
touched by one star.

Love’s Transforming Hand


I don’t profess to understand
The power of Love’s transforming hand,
But I can’t deny what’s plain to see –
Loving you is changing me.

As a child walking on the shore
I saw the ocean…nothing more.
I cried, “Oh God – what senseless waste,
This vast expanse of liquid space.”

Yet now, with Love’s hand touching me
I cherish the life within the sea!

I built myself a one room home
And dared to live there all alone;
It wasn’t that I did not care –
Just felt I had not much to share.

But now, beneath Love’s soft caress
I simply have to give my best.

I once viewed stars as nothing much -
Cold, distant worlds beyond my touch.
I had no need for cheap sensations
Built on simple constellations.

Then Love’s hand touched me through your kiss
And I knew that stars were more than this.

No, I don’t profess to understand
The power of Love’s transforming hand,
But I can’t deny what’s plain to see –
Loving you is changing me.