Goodbye Leonie
Lotus Moon
Come dance by the Gypsy fire,” she said;
where the Sage speaks of forgotten words,
and candles play with mimsy shadows,
‘neath the Lotus Moon and your tears.
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May 3, 2006, 10:15 am
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Lotus MoonCome dance by the Gypsy fire,” she said;
where the Sage speaks of forgotten words,
and candles play with mimsy shadows,
‘neath the Lotus Moon and your tears.
I finger ruby shoes round my throat –
a talisman of time’s tapestry;
extending my arms in expectation,
and clutch at her mem’ried melody.
Guitars purr in gossamer moonlight,
and my feet prance in driven dream –
and she glides with me in the glomming
while soft petals swirl in the night.
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This piece is nothing short of divine…
Comment by Imogen Crest May 3, 2006 @ 10:50 amOh my faucon. Leonie would have so loved this. I can see her eyes twinkling with merriment and pleasure. Of course, she would be a little embarrassed about all the attention but I would get my best le Enchanteur look and tell her to ENJOY.
Comment by Heather Blakey May 3, 2006 @ 11:31 amyou paint a lovely, rich and vivid picture here kind poet; I’m lovin’ this!
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Comment by sage May 3, 2006 @ 1:09 pm