“What do I have to do
With the sickle Moon?
Selene: she winks at me.”
My love slowly
Turned to look at me
With that look.
“She winks at me,
Sly, She knows
I love the Dark of the Moon,
Shrouded, and still,
Stars giving their ancient
Glory. I love the sigh
And whisper of the earth
At the coming of the Dark.
Water floats as if Air,
Going deep, then rising
As breath.”
“I see you dive
Into that Dark of Night,”
She said. “You revel
In that crouching stillness,
The breathless journey
To dawn. You long
To see Her
As a dark coin in the sky.”
“Ah,” he said, “She is mine,
A denarius to toss,
One side dark,
The other light. And Mother,
Keeps flipping.”
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