Silver bracelet of
Moonlight
shines in night's prism of
serene
delight
casting breath, luminescent
desire
emboldened in
reflection.
Blush peek of coyly veiled
Moon
in seafoam giant arms.
Striated cloud forms velvet
meadow.
Majestic fields cloak the
sky.
Shine, Moon.
Don't be shy.
Bathe my dreams in
wishes.
Conjure
exploratory vistas.
Through orange Summer
Moon
dream leaf glides idyllic wind
reinventing light.
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
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
a’swirl as gleaming moonbeams
overwhelm the air
Ritual
Ritual gives form to meaning
(every wiseman's son doth know).
Every act from which we're
gleaning,
Every sack that we must sow
Gives rise to tides that make us
wise;
Gives humor chance for binding
wounds.
Does good these ancient weary eyes
To dance abandoned round the
moon.
Scrying on the Moon
~twilight of the
goddess, call to song to aery dancing, lady fair your fiery trance rewinds our
souls; enjoy these offerings of fancy: all art is yours ~
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"
