Lemurian Woman’s Dance

(a Shakespearian Sonnet)

I entered the world through a mystery door
Etched with circles, painted with dream
A blank book waiting for blessed lore
A dancing leaf in a crystalline stream

Cycles of moonlight, cycles of blood
I danced as an opening flower
The rhythm of river brimming to flood
The dawn of a clear, singing power

The moon rose full in a midsummer sky
Earths mysteries grew plangent and deep
Nurturing came with a babies first cry
Fulfilment with milk-sated sleep

I dance now at moondark, with truths I have known
I am mystery and memory, wisdom and Crone


Edwina Peterson Cross
©August 2002