a little Moon music

Moon Light Triptych

 

 

Silver bracelet of Moonlight

night prism of serene

delight

casts lines, luminescent desire

emboldened in reflection

 

 

Masked Lady Moon sneaks

into my room,

speaks of fantastic adventure.

Dare I question her

abundant gesture?

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, illusory rock, cold, dark

so far from my daily chains.

I have no home

but clear, quiet salvation

hiding like Moonlight

unmasked in my mind.

 

 

I tell you the moon dreams of beauty.

I tell you the soul is but a butterfly,

sweet and fluttery, without the substance

of a cloud.

I tell you that this is what I adore:

You, here and now, a shower of acceptance,

telling me to tell you more.

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as out, so in

 

 

Lake silent, dark

mirror to reflective Moon

complete in stillness

 

Wind escapes blackened maples,

catches crackling leaves

to whirl, to fall

 

Integral, self-contained, this world knows

mystery, bloodlines, senses unspoken,

helpless ecstasies eternity allows

for now

 

 

October 18, 2012

 

 

 

 

Lunation

 

 

Passing mist veils/reveals Moon glow

as she moves through caressing 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.