Moon

Beaming face
In the dark of the night—
Clouds are shading
A painting on your essence—
There now you remain
Silent as a patch,
Your shadows
Echo through
Trees as a
Song of music….
You make the bard travel
Into fantasy land……
You are a body of beauty,
Swollen in the sky

Moon

White
Opulent
Sculpture ….
Radiant
With light…
Forming
A passion
In the
Devotee’s
Eye …..
Shadows of
Light gently
Falling on
Tree,
Whispering
An echo of
Magic…..
I am speaking
To the
Soul of your
Surface …
Make my
Dreams
And wishes
Come true.

Moon

White ball radiant
With mysteries
Of mystic space…
A memory of love
Emanates from her
Bosom…
She scatters light
Amongst shadows
Pale shadows glistening…
She embraces the
Dark of the sky
As light’s séance
Of a pulchritude …
There’s music on
Her belly …
Veins of eclectic jazz,
I begin my dark ritual
Witches dance in my head
Like Ghosts from
A sunken grave…
A petal on wings
Strays across the lonely
Sky…
She echoes dreams
From a distant past…
Ancestors awake
From graves and
Pour blessings of mirth…
Clouds glisten
With the nectar of light …
Light falls on trees
And fall in pathos of
Solitude ….
I am fading
Into a dream….
A sweet lullaby
Puts me to sleep.

 

Moon

Moon’s out …
She’s is a lip…
Lying scattered
Amongst pink clouds…
The sun is fading
A soft idyllic angel…
Night appears like
Lover waiting to
Bed the nest of ecstasy …
The moon, now
Echoing a shadow
To my thoughts…
Still life, beauty is
A poem scattered
On the sky.