i wanted to catch the nightgoddess
tried to chase her down  in a moonblue night

hiding was she
between the animatedly whispering branches of the weeping willow
jumping capers over the mist-kissed waters of the dark river
teasing me with strange lively illusions

of dancing faeries and wild tattoowed druids,                     
of white ravens calling and majestic wolves striding along        
  
             of furtive movements on the embankment’s dense scrubs
         visible only for a seconds fractions - out of the eyes corner
  
to the cracked barks of the ancient wise trees she cuddled,
swaying in the mild witches wind - spellbound by the magic of the night
moving and seducing was she, with gentle but unrelenting might ...
 
 
she left traces on the cloudsoft moss at the edge of the wood for me
lured and ridiculed me with the manifold voices of the night
melting together with the bizarre moonshadows
  
  of the mighty towering megaliths                
  
                     of the mossladen tree giants
  
  
how to find her? where to seek her?
glimpsing her is all you can - in the pictures and the moods of the night
in the graceful flight of the bats, in the whispering of the reeds.
but sometimes you might see her dancing in the silvery shine of mother moon ...

one way

many names

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