last night i was the moon full ripe hung on an indigo canvas painted with thousands of twinkling lights my silver mercury glow reflected in still waters meandering rivers crashing waves your sea glass eyes full of awe full of wonder last night i was the moon © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights … Continue reading Last Night I Was the Moon. . .
I want. . . I whisper to empty rooms air so chilly that words float ghostly moths frozen in the mist of my breath unprepared for them to linger there echo with meaning give voice to hungers I tell myself I do not have full of guilt fascination I trace the letters with silver pink … Continue reading I Want. . .
last night i was the moon full ripe hung on an indigo canvas painted with thousands of twinkling lights my silver mercury glow reflected in still waters meandering rivers crashing waves your sea glass eyes full of awe full of wonder last night i was the moon © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All … Continue reading Last Night I Was the Moon. . .
you stand with your back to me vulnerable silent I, transfixed by how your wings attach to blades of shoulders already burdened by the weight of humanity’s sorrow of the demands of gods with no mercy how can mere bone bear this additional weight of a thousand ivory feathers without folding to the ground? the … Continue reading Wish for Wings
Brave & Reckless 