MOON Maan måne Máni

What a marvelous thing the world seems;
such copious frondescence in the breeze
screening sunsets by cedar dangle gleams
and crescent Luna filtered though the trees
in her twilit west horizon descent...
ever brighter in each degree she drops
like a hallowed blade meant to circumvent
the gentle Zephyrs in the arbor tops
teasing the rudbeckias and borage
and wagging all the oregano stalks
in the soil of their herbal moorage
amid the foxgloves and the hollyhocks
and in and around the ripening plums
or the blueberries and love lies bleeding
by the rhubarb and the chrysanthemums
and dry clover earnestly re-seeding...
which lonely, lonely Luna, cannot do...
because skies there are black, instead of blue.  

O sing me a song
of violet nights
and a love that soars
to moon-high heights.

Come gather me now
upon the shores
of silver flecked waters
forevermore

I've grown my garden
for you and me
awaiting the day
when we shall be

Adorned and a-lit
'neath summer's moon
a ring and two hearts
and a vow, "I do"

I give you my hand
amid tea-stained lace
creation approves
our blessed place

O sing me a song
for now we are one
the moon steps aside
to usher the sun

Upon new birthed days
and paths yet known
I'll follow my love
no longer alone.

Mother,  
take my breath away,  
call to me,  
consider my indigo eyes,  
 
reflecting the waves of your love  
pliant against shores of awkward admiration.
 
I remember the womb of your embrace at  
the moment of crescendo, florescent and  
 
crowned,  
devoted to my fluctuations,  
come what may.  
 
Mother,  
sweep me off my feet,  
turn my tides,  
consider my satellite phases,  
 
transcending the abilities of gravitation  
toward earthly eclipses that wax and wane.  
 
I remember your rise in my surfaces at  
the moment of radiance, majestic and  
 
illuminating,  
the mares of your virtue  
at the pinnacle of my day.  
 
Mother,  
fall for me,  
come closer,  
rebel in full above me  
 
shift me in swells of consistency  
cradle me in retreat of continuity  
 
I remember your vibrations at  
the moment of fascination, marrowed and
 
intangible  
figments of your imagination  
holding me square in place.

He held the long arch of an embrace
White light of skin
pocketed by exhaustion
(He had shined such a very long time)

Pocketed pale blue

He held in his grasp a question mark
He kept under his thumb an elipses
...
Answers not spoken loud enough
To wake the sleepers
But filled with context
...

Enough said

Far from casting out delusions
He kept them in the mirror
Reflecting a light
That withered in the Sun

He held the Gold
For tug of war
And the seas came crashing
in Huzzah!

His face was minted
On old currency
Time

And time again

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The moon and me we go way back    
high fiving at four am            
while shooting stars keep doing their thing            
we're chilling in the moment loving everything              

And for that moment I forget life's fickle winds            
and quit my worrying over women's rights
dirty wars men make and wasted lives
of god's forsaken children

I see the world in a different light            
where every wrong becomes a right            
with no thought for revenge, or a way of life
that makes no sense
            
And even though it makes me sick              
we're always our worst enemy              
waiting to sneak on in, so, so quietly        
before we pull off our next trick

How I wish our heroes would take us
Mend us and make us whole
to be all we can be
But maybe it's too late now
to change the things
our children have to see

Seeing the world in a different light            
where every wrong becomes a right            
with no thought for revenge, or a way of life
that makes no sense to me

How I wish our heroes
would take us mend us
and make us whole
to be all we can be
But maybe
it's too late now
to change the things
our children have to see

Seeing the world in a different light            
where every wrong becomes a right            
with no thought for revenge
or a way of life that makes no sense
makes no sense to me


Hope the moon is listening
I know she understands
We never meant such heartache
it was never in our plans

Just two old friends
high fiving at four am            
watching shooting stars
doing their thing            
we're chilling in the moment
loving everything

chilling in the moment
loving everything

Seeing the world in a different light            
where every wrong becomes a right            
with no thought for revenge
or a way of life that makes no sense
makes no sense
to me

there is darkness around
the wan moon
silver light shimmery
through dark clouds

there is an evil smell
a foul smoky presence
smell of death
and pure fear

they are chanting
beneath the silvery moon
calling the name
of the spirit of the night

they slash her neck
stilling her scream
with a powerful thud
scattering her blood

they offer the magenta
to the greedy soil
undulating in joy
with the warmth of blood

beneath the sod
the dark one rises
a breaking of the soil
a reaching of the sky

evil rises triumphant
towering above the worshipers
who's hearts are stopped
in extreme fear

the scream of derisive laughter
echoed throughout the land
as worshipers die
without their claim to greatness

evil is and always
present without coercion
with blood and sacrifices
humans are fools

there is darkness
around the moon
it will always be there
now and forever after

no summonings.

something about the moon tonight
walking this sandy shore
twinkling reflections off waves
the same as every time before

it’s hung in the same spot
big and bright and full
it’s silvery shadow washing ashore
a pirates sparkling jewel

I could let sail this sea shell
and hit it I truly do believe
but distance and true love
are not as close as I’d perceived

Its brittle gleam
and floats in the grey seas night
offered up my heart as sacrifice
 while dressed with clouds pristine

With poetry struck dumb
starlight awed, candelabra dimmed
royalty, its icy halo specters whim
mirror in the crystal lake
so far from each hum-drum

Cresting or` the snowy peak
hid behind the clouds, discreet
a challenge cast, the reapers needs
to light old valor and new seeds

Cuts to the core of tempered steel
set to rise, wax and wane proclaim
etching with its rays of cream, surreal
 captured all in its domain


Glinting, shines its light on everyone
bend, drop your pants and show your bum.