A Poem and a Promise

To the girl I met in the moonlight
Ghostly maiden with silver-lidded eyes
With a gown woven from the whispering wind
And a necklace of fireflies

I saw you floating in the air there
Silent angel of the night
With your billowing mane of icy-white air
A quaint, celestial sight

I approached you with a soundless call
In each of your eyes was a spiraling star
A smile played on your snowy lips
A smile like sunlight in a little glass jar

But you drifted off into the trees
And slid through some enchanted door
I spent the night in search of you
Phantom lady of folklore



Just read a Rolling Stone magazine piece on discrimination of gay teens in Michelle Bachmann's home town. I am royally pissed, and you can expect a lengthy rant post sometime soon.

-Christopher