My Poetry
Again, This
Aois Dana
A Bag of Spring
For A Wedding
Little Brother
Ostara - Mist and Wings
Rainy Day
Some Murdering Secret
Sun and Rain
What Comes of Wings
    Originally written as a lullabye to a recalcitrant spirt that was refusing to leave me and my friends alone, I have re-written this to be a lullabye for anyone.

Twisting round thee, silver, brown
I wrap the sun with wings of stars
Gentle mists to kiss thy sight
Dripping dew to quench thy thirst.

Healing ocean, Mare of Night
The moon bathes all in silver light
Rocking tides sing thee to sleep
And follow her unto thy rest.

Darkness singing, rest thy soul
Twining, fleeting, bright the moon
Drawing down unto thy breast
Still thy cries and bless thy peace.

The chalice holds what quenches thirst
It circles thee and grants thee bliss
And drinking deep, do fall to sleep
Till wake'st again to dance once more.

© Anne Cross, 1997

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Created: November 20, 1997
Last updated: March 19, 1998