She sits cross-legged,
beneath the star-encrusted canopy of night,
her naked skin caressed by warm moist winds
and bathing in the full moon's spectral light.
Arms raised heavenward,
she chants her words of ancient prayer
in tongues not heard by common man,
except within the horned-god's sacred lair.
It is a prayer of heartfelt thanks she gives,
a song of earthly joy,
a paean to the bounty found,
from sky and stream,
from earth and ground.
She asks for nothing,
seeks no boon,
fulfilled by Gaia's grace,
her grateful smile,
beneath the moon,
illuminates her face.
Her invocation now complete,
she stands and drapes her form,
then views the endless heavens
and the land where she was born.
The smile remains upon her lips,
as she turns and walks away,
content with life
on her green earth,
as the night retreats for day.
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A Mind's Eye
PoetryA collection of poems grown from myth and mind. Gods, monsters, and mortal men in a variety of poetic forms. Narratives and allegories as deeply rooted in the psyches of modern humanity, as in the civilizations that planted those seeds. Songs from d...
