My LadyMoon

Road weary and alone
I parked beneath a Rowan tree
To walk, to stretch, to watch the Moon’s rising

My Lady Moon clothed in veils of woven cloud
Her light lay like a sword upon the waters
And the stars hung from the trees like radiant fruit

The grasses were green flames
Dancing with the swaying breeze
While the wild rose sang with fragrant cadence

Then I heard the screech of wheels
Parting worlds that once were one

Ripples from road tossed gravel
Scattered the sword of light
But headlights
Caught a fleeting form
And so I knew
Though I could not take up the sword
Nor pluck a starry fruit
I knew at least there must be Elves

My Lady Moon clothed in veils of woven cloud
Her light lay like a sword upon the waters
And the stars hung from the trees like radiant fruit

By Ivo Domínguez, Jr. ©