she turns her glance,
through dark midnight,
in all her jewelled finery
and shines her coy
demeanor bronzed
with a timeless mystery,
above the forest
reaching high
for her touch
and grace
the clouds themselves
cannot diguise
the beauty of her face.
moon
Hunter’s Moon
the moon is hunting
searching for her acolytes
she blesses the wolf
Crimson Moon
knows but the moon what truths
inhabit the most guarded hearts
and she blushes crimson
behind a veil of midnight clouds
at their sinful shades imparted
Cares (the last poems : IV)
what cares the moon
for the hopeful songs
of her struck lovers?
bereft of breath
and cold is she,
or the stars
for forlorn wishes?
such entreaties
are but moments lost
among untold
eternities.
Full?
the moon may be full
and set to inspire madness
yet the black skies weep
Moon
serene is she
in a nicotine stained night
quite aloof
beyond the reach of madness
a pearl beheld
she tells her stories
not in words
but as tales that move the tides.
Hunter’s Moon
blood soaks the full moon
for now she is in season
and the hunt begins
LA LUNE ROUGE
the moon knows what truths
inhabit even the most guarded of hearts
and she blushes red
behind a veil of midnight clouds
at the sinful shades that they impart.
Hunter’s Moon
the old world creatures
are hunted by this moon
hung behind a bloody sky
then as now under it’s mirror
is still heard the deathly cries
of those souls that fear the nights
when bejewelled by her face
for the dark offers them haven
in all its secret places.
Reimagined Moon Sonnet
there is nought within the moon
that itself should flavour love
but those passions we imbue above
at the times we both commune
and in such meetings are we immune
to desires it’s beams speak thereof
the silvered light of the beloved
music of the spheres, the tune
which cause our hearts a merry dance
weightless as our sister’s face
and for the future’s blessed chance
that we should glory in the grace
of love’s devout eternity
in her sea of pure tranquility
the blighters rock 