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

Goddess

she reveals herself
and on this night spirits rise
to taste of her glow

Stories

the moon tells her tales
written in tarnished shadows
eternal stories

Half Moon.

she turns her smile,
through dark midnight,
in all her jewelled finery
and shines her coy
demeanor bronzed
with a timeless mystery,
above the parliament
reaching high
for her touch
and grace
the clouds themselves
cannot diguise
the beauty of her face

Tides

her silent beauty
naked in the midnight sky
sets my blood in tides