In a dream I saw a face
Which was half the moon and
Half a woman's face.
I said, "You are so beautiful."
She said, "I am dying."
In a lake, at night, in summer,
We swam naked;
I offered myself just below the surface,
She did the same for me from just above.
I relaxed and let my body float up--
She let herself float down;
And when we met,
We called that making love.
Now, I am as still as the stars in the moment of a kiss--
I am not all I wanted to be,
But I am more than I was before that night.
"Darling," I whispered, "I don't want you to leave."
She wrapped herself around me and said, "I already have..."
So I gave her a garland of poems and a touch of fingertips,
And sweetly lied that I would be all right.
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Thanks to Cloudia, who introduced me to the story of Chang-O and the Moon Rabbit. I have taken certain liberties with it here.
Well done, Cloudia. Great seed you planted. And well done, Fireblossom. What a garden you have grown from that seed.
ReplyDeleteI like the liberties, Fireblossom, and this story puts a different perspective on being followed by moon shadow.
No wonder Cat had to leave the building; with a hase like that little kitties get burned--cool moon kisses are like that, I hear.
Nice lie, though.
Tschuess,
Chris
* let's body move with the music *
(hint, relates to the response I left to your last response at my e-casa)
Again. You did it again.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful and sad.
ReplyDeleteMaking love to the moon...WOW
ReplyDeleteAnd that lying to Death...WOW
You and those ways of yours astound me.
I can see it all.
So beautiful!
oh, serene serrender... how I know thy words
ReplyDeletewhat magic.... your writing is beautiful shay!
ReplyDeleteI love how you add your magic to everything you touch. You are a brilliant poet, my friend! xo
ReplyDeleteHow sweet and sad and moving.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the "garland of freshly-cut tears."
Whooops, I think my "bloging manigir" just signed in under my account, which he (she?) is wont to do.
ReplyDeleteI agree with blue bunny, another masterpiece poem.
We are members of the Chang-O fan club you & I, Shay!
ReplyDeleteAloha, Friend!
Comfort Spiral
Oh Moon faced woman...to be alright, and yet know that each night I see you in my dreams, out my window, in the night sky. I see you, feel you, hope you and your words will hold me still in my heart.
ReplyDeleteShay...again...amazing!
So much love!
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This is lovely! And I like Daphne, too!
ReplyDeleteLovely ..
ReplyDeleteOh, another one. This is amazing. You've stolen my breath!
ReplyDeleteAnd sweetly lied that I would be all right.
ReplyDeleteAmazing images and thoughts in here, Shay, gently heartbreaking...
I feel like I'm in a Chagall-like fantasy.
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