Short Chrism Poems

She returns my gaze when I'm too restless to sleep
   a lustrous pearl mounted, deep set in a sapphire sky
I lie awake in my room, papered in spider spun silk
   Slumber is allusive to us tonight; the moon and I

I wonder what thoughts she holds in her heart
   Surely not man's doctrine of trivial pragmatism
Not by the one who rules the tide's ebb and flow
   Her mellow glow is a healing ointment of chrism...

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