moon

Light

the moon
sings not sweet songs
to shame the music
of the stars
she strives not
to prove them wrong
nor does she
in whim
vain pride impart
with lyric fair
their sparkle dim
for her light
enough is art

Passing Moon

we passed the moon
and in that passing
she seemed not oblivious
to our presence
what blessings she could bestow
were given without prayer
without regal fanfare
for though a power forgotten
she herself remembered us
and how we’d once
held her as deity
a goddess keeps such sacrament
long in memory
longer than that of man.

Tides

the tides know no more
than the moon deems to reveal
wisdom ebbs and flows

Moonrise

her face half hidden
silver in midnight velvet
she keeps her secrets

Moon

moon of summer’s new
leave me not alone ’til dawn
exorcise the night

passionate virgin
reflecting the sun’s desires
to enflame my dreams

oh! night’s messenger
wanderer in the darkness
reveal love’s secrets

Moon

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.

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.