"Angel Moon"

by Monica Petter


The full moon wears a crown
Struggling through a foggy night

Giving winter an ephemeral feel
Chilling me with insight.

I hear an owl's telling call
High up in the sticks of kings

I feel ghosts from lives past
Pushing me towards greater things.

Hands behind my frailties,
Guardian angels a silvery real

My heart a molten core,
My shell unable to feel.

Soon the moon will set
And the sun will wrap my skin

The frozen teardrops on my lashes
Will turn to water again.

And I will cry and I will laugh
At the cosmic race

That flows with the tenderness of
A moth’s flutter all the way down my face.


For Kim
January 3, 2006

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