Three
is the Mistress of Light
Writhing
in a feverish night-dance
offering my body to the moon
the crackle of the flames as loud as ancient tribal
drums
urged me onward
circling the smoking fire
my face covered with ash
and my hair damp with sweat
I howl uncontrollably
and laugh unforgivably
the night is possessing me
and other images dance with me
their eyes following me
holding me up
terrifying and sensual
with their tribal paint on their faces
and the fire reflecting in their dark eyes
I raise my arms
relinquishing my soul
and am pulled into the center of the fiery pit
Echo
of a blue-eyed woman
waking up in the morning
watching the sunrise burn the sky
everything is dying in her shadow
why does he fall to his knees crying
whenever he is near her?
Well? Is it daytime now?
Is it time to go home--
back to the woods?
Oh, shadowy echo of the woman
Oh, shadowy echo of night
take my hand
turn from the sun
it's an illusion
day's not begun
Cursing
and spitting
there's a man over there
shutting his eyes
from the light in your hair
I am the queen of the laughing moon
©
Harley
