Twilight of the Goddess
The Moon is a luminous pit
In an indigo sea of black
Whispers beyond memory's reach
There is no turning back
Like the waves on the beach
We can only recede
What it means to be born
To be cut and to bleed
I remember the bright world
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The words that wove that spell
Ancient memory, land that fell
Forever distant
Yet so close
A casual comment could awaken most
Wonder.
I remember the bright world
Of yore,
A land once known by many.
Dare one look within
Mound and hill
The rock and cliff will
Tremble with fire.
No modern man can recall
The words that link and summon all
To the celebration.
No modern mind can meld
And hold that life yet thrives
Beneath the mold,
A light
A ring
In forest old.
Not song, not sound can modern ears
Behold
No music
No dance
From skillful hearts
So old they knew your forebears.
I remember the bright world
Of yore.
Even now, when memory
Is a burden,
A chore.
I remember the bright world
Of yore.
-MK
From the breadth of the heavens
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A gathering force
Will soon prevail.
The owl cries out
Before the moon's rise,
Love, unrequited
May you finally be united.