Mystic Moon

Her silvered hair and deepened eyes

From windy days and cloud-filled skies

Beyond words of ancient Indian lore,

Magic dwells within her pores.

God sent His veil to protect her plight

By feathered slips of cloud-lit night,

To hide a buttered-moon from sight

As almost to immortalize the rite.

Joa

Copyright

June 9, 1999