Meet Me in the Moonlight

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Meet Me in the Moonlight

Meet me in the moonlight

Where the faerie circles grow

Tell the moths that they are Butterflies

Reflecting the white light of our souls

I shall wear a dress of Morning Glories

As we sing the Crickets’ songs

We’ll laugh and dance like children

A crown of fireflies upon my head

And in the morning I’ll be gone

As you wander off to be

First publication rights for this poem go to Roar: Fierce Feminine Rising Magazine