Moonbeam

One autumn night when all was still
A moonbeam lay across my bed;
Its look was pale, its touch was chill,
As fingers of the living dead.

It kissed my brow and stroked my knees
Then placed its lips upon my own;
I felt my soul and body freeze
In holy terror trapped alone.

I watched my eyelids droop and close,
My heavy tongue to thick to speak.
As pure and white as virgin snows
I saw its hand approach my cheek.

It placed one hand beneath my neck;
Though fast asleep, I still could see
The other gently wave and beck
While from my fear it lifted me.

I floated free and light as air,
In radiant beauty quick with life,
To gaze with love upon on the fair
Sweet Sister, Goddess, Mother-Wife.

More swift than light we sped away
To watch the world beneath,
Blue-green and opal, bright with day,
Clad in a misty bridal sheath.

The aweful sky was wide and black,
But not because there was no light;
It was a hue that summoned back
Most sacred memories of the night.

It named the founts and wheels of fire
And all nine colors of the stars;
White Venus, planet of desire,
The orange-red warrior world of Mars.

It said: "Fear not this mighty gloom,
Seek Heaven, but stay true to earth;
These are but ova in my womb
From which all Gods and men have birth.
"Through Love you learned my secret name,
Because of that I shall not hide;
I am the darkness from whence came
A Pure Bright Spirit hot with pride."

It brought me back, and as before
I felt the terror of the fall,
Into my narrow form once more;
My lips were sweet, my heart was gall.

In that strange hour before the dawn
It loved me as mortal humans love.
But when I woke the moon was gone
Leaving me only with words to prove.

That should I perish soon or late

Hunger or thirst or have my fill,
It sealed me with The Kiss of Fate
And worked in me its Triple Will.


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ŠJenny Lee 1999

Hello, my name is Jennifer Dobbins. I live in Northwestern New Jersey. Most everyone calls me Jenny Lee, so that's the name I use when I write. I am a multi-media artist and a Wiccan Poet. I've been practicing Wicca for the last twenty years; and writing poetry and short stories for just as long.

I enjoy writing about Our Mother Earth and Gods and Goddesses. My aim is to touch the reader, and help them see into a subject that has been much maligned through the centuries. It always delights me, when my work can touch the reader and give them insight into my world. After-all, that's what the gift of poetry is for....to touch others.
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