Lady Superior Poem by John Weber

The Mother laps my ankles
as I bask in the full-mooned sunset
alight in your wolfen eyes
while you bow to the magnificence
with tears filling the nether void
between prospect and vanquished love.

Ripples radiate in your movement
to offer resistance against the calm
even as the Jester cackles defiant
in your perfect ear, taunting in pitch
wanton with trepidation true
to flow through the core of you.

Your soles sink deeper as you spin
to channel from within your revelry
despite anomalies heart-wrenching
and tender, you never surrender
when rendered pure again in purpose
at the caress of the ovum of spirit.

I remain watchful from the shore
as you summon Her strength once more.