'Goddess Of The Moonlight'

Thick in the chest,
the pain as it comes,
‘neath weight of the mantle;
the desert’s lost son.
The silver that shimmers,
’neath Polaris-bane;
fragmented reflections,
my memories refrain.

Your words drown in the night.

The willow garden, hallowed, sacred;
pales in your light.

'Goddess Of The Moonlight'

Laszlo Totka

Sydney, Australia

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