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