Sagittarius Full Moon

astral vision

 

 

Mystery mists of history holy lightening heightening sky.

Desirous anticipation.

Early pinks ascend from eerie violets.

Sun’s lifting eye twinkles like a happy kitten,

tummy exposed for adoration.

Omens, prophecy, hope for enduring happy returns,

quests beyond horizons now observed.

(without gravity, how can we fall ... or love?)

Aching for stars, planets, infinite,

silent assent that means all is promised.

I touch a cosmic peak,

breathless at such altitude.

 

 

 

Sagittarius Full Moon

 

 

The many faces of illusive Moon

reflect starlight in her artful glide,

entrance the sky.

My mortal eyes want to believe

gleaming quests, brave truths, romantic rhymes.

Tell me, hoary elders,

rejuvenated for your fling

in sacred moonlight,

swaying from your ivied castles

to mystic mountain

legendary glades,

tell me why I should give credence

to magic codes of

spells and sacrifice.

Is the wisdom of the ages

so constrained?

My species may be blind to

naked eternity,

but we mutate,

find and define

new ways to see.

Fixed space is far too limiting

for me.

Dear Sister Moon, separate entity

from birth, entwined destiny

with Mother Earth,

patterns re-cycling reveal

what we regard to be real

is but reflection.

Face to face to face, fluid

to change.