Lady in the Moonlight

 

The Lady in the Moonlight.              

 

She wanders in the moonlight.

Streaks of silvery shining glow

Wash over her fading silhouette.

Ghostly.

 

Soft curves of the goddess moon,

Caress the sky, skimming over the

 Sensuous, roundness of her hips.

Longingly.

 

Stars like diamonds studded in a

crystal case, glistening in disarray,

Overflow, filling in her spirit.

Defiantly.

 

Shades of deep sapphire envelope

the heavens, spilling into the darkness,

Covering her tired, cerulean eyes.

Sadly.

 

Whispering winds swirling high,

Creep silently, through the shadows and

Into the crevices of her mind.

Knowingly.

 

Time immobile in endless infinity,

Creates an inescapable void that

Captures her body but frees her soul.

Finality.

 

 

By Christine Morrison-Pressburger