Moon Struck

in the quiet of sacred space

give myself to moons embrace

free to me if I seek

flowing down from mountain peak

chill of night, raven’s cry

whisked away on wings I fly

breathless, weightless, stratus kissed

passion, longing, cloaked in mist

as above, so below

within my soul this I know

your worth is great, your power sublime

within your light through the eons of time

star flecked voice aluminates

life it breathes and creates

glistening, rippling, calming sea

reflecting Goddess within me

 

 

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