Thursday, August 7, 2008

♥ A Poem I Wrote For My Beloved Grandmother. ♥

'The Lunar Goddess'

The doors to perception,
Second left, past Reception.
Wild and crazed, from elyssian haze
her siren's call ... the bane of all.
But must we tread and winds the path,

Her warmth yet cruel, nurtures each hearth.
Learn well her song,
Fear not the curse,
The feminine wisdom
Has healed his earth.
Diana, Artemis, lady of the moonlight,
From slumber awake ... the ending night.

The doors to perception,
Second left, past Reception.


(dedicated to my beloved late grandmother, Frances E. Braybrooke.)


Original Poem by 'Fatherspirit' - Copyright, 2008.

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