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Bella Luna

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copyright 2008 Ruth Keyes


Flame red sunset burns desire

cypress deep in Southern water,

older than history comes the night,

older still, the Bayou's Daughter.

Sleek-winged spirit, paint the edges,

mangrove music sweep the sky,

Palmetto dreams dance round the edges,

but never question why.

Wildbirds call as night becomes her,

nightbreeze sighs with whispers past,

no one's coaxed her secrets from her,

though  many, still, have dared to ask.

And sultry silent waters ease

her down upon the Southern shore,

Sweetest spirit, can't you hear it?

The Bayou calls once more...



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