Secret Lady Of The Night Poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

I remember so well
Dancing that last, wild dance
A journey across the essence of time


Once upon a midnight clear
I danced beneath the waning moon
Wanting to drink the sweet wine of forgetfulness
The sometimes, bitter fruit of my life
That left a taste of regret upon my tongue

Now, in my older years, I'll reclaim that woman child
I shall believe in fairies, flying saucers
Wash my face in fresh fallen rain
Wear bright, wild, plume feathered hats
I'll have a secret name that no one knows but me

Then I'll laugh at those whose judgments...
Whose absurdities, so riled my furies
I'll pray for the sweet nature of other spirits
To take up their beat within my heart

I shall be...
The Secret Lady of the Night



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