Echo Muses, Lunar Poems, Mental Health

Hollow October

A broken shadow moon
within his silent memory,
descending into the engulfing
blue flame

a rising scream
to pierce through,
an agape
emptiness

goodbye,
imaginary
tender times

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Echo Muses

Ray of Dawn

You are three, yellow rays,
forever in your golden rings of dreams.
Sagittarius winter queen, you’ll become.
But for now my spinning butterfly,
Auntie Mimi will crown your child-eyed imaginary friends and rainbow lands.
With starry glittering ribbons, to elevate your arrival and precious presence,
And celebrate your exuberant onward expansion of the dawning.
Then onto the bless’t violet dusk.
Where all the angels ring
their iridescent wings,
for sweet baby Ray,
of three to go to sleep.

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For my sweet niece, Ray, on her third birthday πŸŽ‰

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