Ruler of the moon.
I envy you.
You, Beautiful disc of
the night.
You have no equal.
Helios doesn't even
rise to meet you.
You are gone before he is
half awake.
You are the Night Mother.
Your children
the stars.
They wed the ebon sky
first.
But you labor them,
and you open yourself to the blanket
next,
and last.
You leave the tree line,
leaving it with the aftermath of
a secret intercourse.
For a celestial bed.
No one equals.
No one comes close.
O, Goddess Diana
Ruler of the moon.
I envy you.
Written - 10-21-03; 6:52 AM
Posted - 11-11-03; 12:46 AM
Jenna White