Spin 

Spin, fae moon, cast shadows 
That grow long beneath the branches
Reaching through the undergrowth to grasp, 
With distant grip, my ache-stained heart

Spin, your face with luminescence 
Filled, to shine upon the south wind
As it curls like soft embrace about 
My shoulders this unrelenting night

Spin unto the nether, your facade 
Turned dark to hide in inky sky,
The waning of the days to count,
And count again, on your rebirth

Spin, fae moon, cast numbers to the nights
Between departure and reunion in progression, 
Throwing sevens or elevens in the fray, 
To whence my heart, again, will sing



march 2009
Janet Reid