Oh, Swamp Thing, come see the sun

one muse,

Many names.

For Edgar,

Anabelle Lee is forever.

Moon-Milk Eyes, a treasure with large saucer mirrors

Spacing out over earth,

Climbing over the stars easily,

Gathering red drops of magic and tendrils of Jupiter in her eyes,

Churning like a swirling rainbow goddess, a Phantasm of heaven and space.

Will the ghost call come and

Turn over her ears like a cloud,

Playing

The notes of love

That rained down

Upon this heavy poet’s heart?

Anabelle Lee is a brilliant wordsmith

& when moon-fall hits the green mossy waters,

Swamp Thing climbs out in a luminous stretch, a gorgeous

Fresh dream awakens

I only hope that our swamp can see the sun

So all incarnations of your beauty can dream with me,

I love you, Swamp Thing,

Anabelle Lee,

Moon-Milk Eyes,

Forever.