White Moon Goddess

By Stone Bryson

White Moon Goddess…

pick your chips and cast your power with care.

and let those who cross you know that

they’ll get theirs.

Do you ever wonder

why I’ve no fear

of your strength and your mystic brew?

Has it ever passed

over your mind

that maybe I’m stronger than you?

White Moon Goddess…

spread your cards and pick a trail for her,

her destination comes to you

in a blur.

Do you ever wonder

why I roll eyes

when your bunk becomes as thick as stew?

Has it ever passed

over your heart

that maybe I’m tired of you?

White Moon Goddess…

adorn your sacred, circled stars with pride,

and raise the candle’s burning with

just your eyes.

Do you ever wonder

why I don’t come

every time that you spit and spew?

Has it ever passed

over your body

that maybe I’m bored by you?

White Moon Goddess…

let the stone’s swinging, tell you, secret knowledge,

while half-finished beadwork lies dormant

in black baggage.

Do you ever wonder

why I don’t call

anymore - like I used to do?

Has it ever passed

over your soul

that maybe I’m finished with you?

Copyright © 2006 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written October 2002

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