Persephone

The Moon she is

Sliver thin, sitting on

Ocean, a willowy

Maiden about to descend

To her watery grave

For the night, to rise

Once again

With me and

Dance another

Day-lit dance

Alone, with her sun,

The stars outshone,

For once, their clever

Clear tone of distant

Ancient knowing

Eclipsed by the joy

And the wit of a

Booming Sun, his

Diaphanous bride

Seared into a

Big blue sky before

They too

Descend to end,

Persephone to exchange

Her white-golden gown

For the cloak

Of the deep

And the dead.

We rise, we dance

We turn and return

To the dead

Where we live

Once again.