Halls of the Dark Muse

Flower Feather

Sweet Xochiqutzal
Maiden waiting within the moon
until she may step down to the earth
where flowers bloom beneath her toes
butterfly kisses upon her fingertips

Dark beauty of the night
dancing among the field of flowers
chassed by meadowlarks
only feathers adorn her

From her loins springs the joys
of the earth, her delight full of
gentle innocence while her body
sways against the wind

Scented in jasmine
carnations string within her hair
she sings songs while blossoms
and butterflies dance around her

And when the Lord of the Sky
starts to climb high again
she retreats back among
into her own palace nestled
by the stars, the flowers
of the night

While silently she watches
and waits, until again
the earth she may reclaim
within her warm bosom.