Osphelus' Moongoddess

He is in love with the moon
and she with him,
his pale hair
gently reflecting
her quiet light.

In a dark world
she holds him.
His blue eyes
follow her gleaming hands,
as she smoothes away his day.

She bathes him
She kisses him
He sleeps,
shimmering.
lovingly cradled,
in her tender radiance.


© 2003 catnapping

For the Murdered Children of Qana

In a three-story coffin,
hope spills
from black wounds
in the front wall.

And tiny souls slip
through the floorboards, escaping
the rub
of chalk and ash.