full moon anticipation

Blush peek of coyly veiled Moon

in striated cloud seafoam giant arms.

Velvet meadow.

Majestic fields cloak the sky.

Shine, Moon.

Don't be shy.

Bathe my dreams in wishes.

Conjure

exploratory vistas.

Opening Night

Empty branches yearn for

darkening breeze.

Eerie singing echoes

from the horizon.

Slower days, longer nights

made for reflection ...

And wind sings, trees dance,

stars laugh in the moonlight.

Masked Lady Moon shines

into my room,

speaks of fantastic adventure.

Dare I question her fulsome

abundance?

I a masked gypsy

painted in gloom,

a taste for wry humour,

impossible promises,

resplendent terrain.

A woman insane,

taken in by the Moon.

Fair sister, far sparkling cold.

I have no home to offer comfort

but that clear, quiet salvation

hiding like Moonlight

unmasked in my mind

Moonmirror

The many faces of the Moon

reflecting starlight in her many moods

Entrance the sky

My mortal eyes want to believe

adventures of myth and mind

Tell me, hoary elders,

rejuvenated for your fling

in sacred moonlight

Dancing from your castles

to mystic mountain

legendary glades

Tell me why I should believe

in magic, in codes and

spells and sacrifice

Is the wisdom of the wise

so constrained?

My species may be blind to

true eternity

but we mutate,

find and define

new ways to see

Belief is far too limiting

for me

Dear Sister Moon, separate entity

from birth, entwined

still with Mother Earth

Patterns re-cycling reveal

what we regard to be real

is but reflection

Face to face to face, fluid

to change

Lunation

Mist passes the Moon

as she moves through the clouds

trying to reach me

so far below.

How can I know

it is me she desires?

My mind is on fire,

moonstruck, some might say.

Flying along the Milky Way

fueled by moonshine.

She flashes her shadowy eye

through cloud-studded sky

and I feel fine.

lunacy

accept my prayer, o Luna fair

accept my sins as payment

you know I only live to serve

I offer up my truest worth

my humble feet still scraping dirt

but luxurious my raiment

as I dance and strum my mandolin

laugh and shimmy again and again

work up my mojo limb by limb

it's all for your entertainment

to laugh and howl by the light of the Moon

break the chain to sunlight's ruin

of madness fine, my holy boon

as fine as Luna's hair, as stark as Luna's stare;

beatifically embrace entrainment

swirl as moonbeams

overwhelm the air

Scrying on the Moon

By sibylline light

images I recognize,

creviced captures of my life.

I know her judgment to be my own.

"Nourished by Moon rivers

mythical cavern blooms

unseen by sunlight

glow green."

Thus she sets the scene;

becomes the prophecy.

"Purest white simplicity

curved to suggest fragility

faith fed maiden ready for

plucking,

given in bondage to womanly woes,

hard rows to hoe

for that human hug through

crying of night.

Fate of mortal soldiers, sacrificed to lust.

Seeking relief, beg for the boon of drama

high adventure

sneaking into sad hotels

for a fix or a tumble.

Laughs,

deadly play,

danger, a real chance.

Barefoot in the snow

icy roads

winds so strong

I could not make you hear.

I thought you were my destiny.

Crazy thoughts, far from clear;

but I believed

song lyrics from Saturnine deities

would not lie, leave me

dying, fading into winter's grey

drifting clouds,

endless sorrow endured for naught.

Lost on this careless corner,

dreaming of oblivion, intent on visions

like rain

tapping against eternity's

vast windowpane.

Scenic serenity.

Nature's gradations of green

soothe tired eyes,

trembling nerves, throbbing veins.

Slivers of moonlight reflect

in withered refrains, unearth secrets

embedded in song

effervescing through cool pure air

cleansing the uprising nestling

set aflame

resurrected

tempered mettle,

pure, wise, tested

engorged with the will

to rise"