Phase

New moon: (moon)

Pale crescent in aqua clarity summer sky: (sow)

First quarter, cloud-wracked: (feed)

Full: (dance   rage   bask   weep)

Last quarter: (make peace; reap)

 

 

Oh, Annigan, Annigan, why do you chase

Wear yourself thin searching

For that elixir meaningless

?

(Love. Doom. Repeat)

 

 

I have washed them all

Sent them on their way

Twelve moons this year

And each one slips on stumbling rocks

Worn down by constant tides

Tired so very tired

 

My mother of the wolf-moon

We ate berries but yesterday

We reach back for the cold shore

It slides away in darkness

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