Secret Ladee Of The Night

A poem dedicated to all women...find your lost spirit, fly, soar, spread your wings~

 

I remember so well 

dancing  that last, wild dance

A journey across the essence of time

 

Once  upon  a midnight clear 

I danced  beneath the waning moon

wanting to drink

the sweet wine of  forgetfulness

The sometimes, bitter fruit

left a taste of regret

upon my tongue

Now, in my older years

I’ll reclaim that woman child

I’ll believe in faeries and flying saucers

and wash my face in fresh, fallen rain

I’ll wear bright, wild, plume feathered hats

I’ll  have  a  secret name

that no one knows …but me

Then I’ll  laugh at  those

whose  judgements and absurdities

so riled my fury

I'll pray for the sweet nature  of other spirits

to take up their beat within my heart

I’ll be…The Secret Ladee Of The Night

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All poems written& copyrighted by LadeeAnne ~Anne P Murray

A “Pas De Duex” of Rhythm and Visions

 

 

 

Author's Note

Finding my Lost spirit...again

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

The spirits of our younger selves are very evident and though we are always growing into something else

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Why can't we keep a youthful spirit in our older years... I say bravo... keep that child at heart... clap if you believe in fairies :)