Silent Feast

Nourish me
with your languid eyes,
though tired
these portals of the soul
invoke the spirit of everything.

I am the queen of the palace
and yet I have no treasure
but this solemn gaze.

Words overflow.
Mind mends
dismissed injuries.
Spirit sails with laughter,
prances free
of all worries
and releases into
the light of the moon.

I feast on the goodness
of abundance in this life.