Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
To Emania (Through The Guarded Gate) Hush now, keep it down For Eithne is fast approaching. Emania, Emania Just up ahead...sssh now... Sssh...the moon dogs are sleeping. Do not cry so loudly, The dogs will attack her If they are disturbed...it is late, so late, Others are in their beds-- We mourn her soul's departure. Eithne, move slowly, Eithne, move gently. So light, so ethereal you will float. The moon dogs guard the gate To Emania...pass quietly. We will shed our tears in Silence, we will bow our heads In sorrow, we will lift our Hearts to you in Emania, The Moon-land, where you will rest. Dena L. Moore July 25, 2002 To Emania is not currently included in any collection, but look for its release in the future. |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 5, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
