Harvesting Dreams
When the lay of the land lies ripe,
Pendulous the moon,
Delicious golden weight.
Journey from dark birth
Headlong toward the Grail
Daughter of darkness/daughter of light
Hanging horizonless
Reflected Consort to her mate
His light, her soul.
She ripples the blue-black vastness
Covering fields, orchards, forest, pasture
Making sacred, wheat, corn, apple, grape.
Transformative elixir reflecting
What is, what is not
Her dreams ready the harvest.
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