I danced with a demon till the sun came up

The morning chased him away

 I rode a wild wave till the moon fell down

The sunlight came to play

 My soul made a pilgimage in a shadow world

through the dark of the day.

Daughter of the night

Woman of  the light

Come what may....

 

*Recycled and amended poem

I like the power in this one!

  The thing about those moments that take my breath away... are some of them are bumperstickers and some of them are rare insights into the human drama...... Uniqueness is a raindrop or a snowflake...Stolen images and silly words oft repeated, work for me, as well as, flights to the virtual moon and the spiritual sun... I'm easy that way...Colo .