Blessed Be

BLESSED BE

Don’t overlook me

or underestimate my power –

I rock in the darkness of night

on a misty bower.

The clouds troll my words

and carry my message on air –

slashing the canvas of space with

a shadowy tear.

There’s fascination

veiled in many disguises –

but some seek only the darkling

feral surprises.

I glow beyond time

like an ancient wayward daughter

birthed of the moon – You can simply

call me an author.

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Public Domain)

Kit Perriman