On an eclipse

Tonight’s pure white silver moon is a coin dropped in the well of cosmic waters.  Wrapped in my cloak and lying on moist earth, I dive in, and I am the well maiden, guarding mysteries of the deep.  A jeweled sword is in my grasp for any brave enough to reach for it.

Soon, too soon, I creep back across illuminated grass, its wetness leaving secret footprints up the walk to my domestic world again- and I sleep with dreams of grails, and heroes kneeling at the altar of the eternity I weave by hand from my whispers and strands of my hair.

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