There once was a girl, with unruly strawberry curls. Eyes that shone with curiousity, a mind that learned willingly. A spirit strong and free, shining starlight for all to see.
Her companion were utterly dull, one that seems to death perpetually mull. Together they made an odd pair, one darkest night, the other moonbeam fair. The town loon, called them the faces of the Moon.
Always together, like forever and ever. Knowing each others ways, knowing what the other will say. So mostly they said naught, keeping the knowledge Selene taught.
How to hallow your waxing and waning. How to grow and keep wisdom gaining. In their dreams they sleep with the moon. Receiving the Goddess boon. Her love and care, inspired passion that anything dares.
Follow your heart, make your dreams start. Live life by Aphrodite’s sacrament. Love free and be thoughtfully compassionate.
© RedCat
Inspired by this week’s line at dVerse Prosey. Where were challenged to incorporate a specific line into a 144 words piece.
“In their dreams
they sleep with the moon.”–From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”
The world according to RedCat 
Aphrodite had a plan, did she not?!
“How to hallow your waxing and waning.” — what an important skill to learn!
The rough and tumble of life and how you go as you go, a delightful tale with a deeper meaning.
A lot you said here Red. Goddess-moon and Aphrodite — love, beauty, pleasure, passion and procreation. Enchanting!
“How to hallow your waxing and waning.” Oh how I love this! :D
You’ve written a lovely prose poem (with rhyme). I’ll leave it to others to make the distinction between poetry and prose. 😀 It reads like a modern day fairy tale. I, too, liked the “how to hallow your waxing and waning.”
As usual opposites attract