by Dawnell Harrison
Do not rebel against
The blinding moon –
Let it shower you
With its God-driven light.
Under a bell of rocks
I pray to the angels
That flutter near
My heart and have
The wings of blue dragonflies.
The labyrinth of my love’s
Quarry soften along the
Meadow’s path.
I dream in color.
From:
Dawnell Harrison
Last updated February 11, 2013