Spell
Moon, bend over the blue,
In yellow whiffs of quince
And cry in bitter-sweet weeps
On these naked shoulders.
Sky, rain over me with
Sunlight and baptize me
With sea water, with its
Salty, healing touch.
Let the earth and all its dust
Crown over me
With the power of the winds.
Winds from crimson roses,
Died with cinnamon
Ad the sadness of the
Purest rain.
Dance my spirit in
Whirls of rainbow leafs
And lay me on your bed
Of flowers scattered
Across the clearest lakes.
Moon, bend over the blue,
And reach out for me,
Grab my hand
And fling me inside this spell!
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
Copyright © Stefania Carmen Misaila | Year Posted 2009
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