Blue Cat Poem by Astral Shepherd

She walks her blue cat
While moonlight stalks the shadow
When the breezes cease

Gathering flowers
White Jasmine scented blossoms
For her temple crown

Gracefully she moves
Swaying to starlight singing
Soft enchantment songs

Old cold hearts listen
As she lifts away sorrow’s
Mourning past the dark

Light beams from fingers
Caress soft upon my skin
Waking numbed senses

An odd happiness
Puddles beneath each footstep
Splashing childish joy

Bouncing laughter gleams
My dim soul beams in her hands
As radiant silk

Rare feelings indeed
As I watch the Even Star
Rise into the moon

Rare as her blue cat
Out on a walk in moonlight
When the breezes cease