Moon musings

The promise of a luscious lunar eclipse tonight, and the warm glow of the full moon the past two nights has me remembering how much I love the moon. The moon is an inspiration, she is my muse. Moonlight is soft and gentle; the quiet blue hue coming through my skylight invites me to bathe in it. It is hard to explain the pull of the moon, except in the poems that come out of the energy I feel as I watch it through a clear night sky, waxing and waning as it does.

The Bride

She sits so quiet

Clouds sweep across

A wedding veil

Exposing

A shadowed view

Of the blushing bride

I see the waning has begun

Parts slowly erased

She will be hidden for a time

Just like now

As the veil of clouds

Becomes a mask

The hidden bride

Lovers of the Moon

 

We are the moon

We are the moonlight

Radiating love

Calm, serene

Quiet, unassuming

We wax and wane

Ever changing

But even when unseen

We are full and bright

Like a luscious full moon

In its luminous glow

The envelopes lovers such as us

Time Spent on a Crescent Moon

Come on my love, let’s go!

Take my hand, come sit with me

On the edge of the moon

And we’ll dip our feet

In the waters of the sky

And stars will nibble our toes

As they swim past

We’ll dream of a time

A grand and glorious time

Where there is no time

We’ll dream of a place

A grand and glorious place

 Where there is no place

Where sitting on the moon

Is quite an important task

And we count the planets

As they swirl around us

Holding hands until

The dream comes true