Moon-Eyed One

Autumn wind sighs sleepily As the veil of night descends Damp with the scent of smoke and rain The fragrant rustling of leaves The sadness of stone The moon Round and ripe in the midnight sky Smiles coldly in her silence With her bruised and blue-tinged face Turned downward to where you stand Alone And you, my moon-eyed one Untamed spirit of myth and mystery Outcast omega of your tribe Dew like drops of moon on your pewter fur As the ashes of Time on the silken wind Take wing Still as stone As the seasons revolve around you Frost forming on your changing coat White as Winter's ruffled feathers and you Lift your head and your voice To the goddess moon Silver, blue and true Your sister in the sky And sing.