As the air chills
and it becomes crisp
in fragrance
thoughts as dark falls
and the harvest moon rises
turn to
her
light and blessings
touch my sky clad form
almost tangibly as
I call to her to join my circle
to bless me with guidance and love
in my journey from fool to enlightened
the universe my teacher, companion, friend
reflecting myself in her wisdom
as she is reflected in my eyes
in life and love and joyous discovery
merry meet...
Enveloped in her womb of wisdom
until the candle flame burns low
and as the moon high in the sky
reminds of all as one
Luna, my sister, wishes sweet dreams
and as the circle breaks
merry part til merry meet again
Author notes
Painting credit, the amazing Katherine Dinger. Name is High Priestess II.
A contest entry
- Summoning the Priestess - adults only by JinSays.
1001 points, ended September 18, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I call to her to join my circle
to bless me with guidance and love
in my journey from fool to enlightened
the universe my teacher, companion, friend
reflecting myself in her wisdom
as she is reflected in my eyes
in life and love and joyous discovery
merry meet...
Beautiful. This is sincere, and beautiful at the same time, I love it, thank you,
jin
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