The Lady of the Moon and Sun

for Selma Littwin

She just surrendered, cast off all the ropes and rose
And kept on rising, and we saw that all her clothes
Were mirrors large and small, an intricate devising of all
She saw from up there mixed with all she brought, a crystal ball
Like a dance land globe that gave us back our paths, our fountains,
Homesteads, secret gardens, what was hidden past the mountains
Of our inhibitions, rising higher till we saw our days and nights
Cuddle each other in her fond perspective and our dazzle be the lights
Of undiscovered stars. And She, grown reflective, saw us all as rich
And strange and larger, helped us share puzzles, stretch masks, stitch
Unusual connections, match the bustling Many to the lonely One.
She hides in the guise of a smiling lady, and abides in the Moon and Sun.

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