My Lover and the Man in the Moon

The moon hangs blood-red tonight.      
my lover and the old man in the moon      
are deep in celestial meditation.      
I am the only mortal      
who can see and appreciate      
the mystery; her enchanted ways.      
I stand very, very still      
listening to the moon and my lover’s serenade.      
My uttermost fears are soothed forthwith      
music unlike any I have ever beheld      
speaks words to moi.  
With such a voice of love you cannot imagine      
celestial music      
my lover speaks to me, I am with you always      
though it may seem I’m faraway      
and not paying attention      
I am here . . . forever.      
Her voice  soothing and delicate      
makes me think of word/jazz.      
I was struck dumb and could only nod      
as the lightest      
feather-soft brushed against my lips      
bells pealed somewhere      
sealing into my heart calming words      
my lover has just spoken      
and the mysterious melody composed      
by my lover      
and the man in the moon      
tugged my heart with a gentle caress.      
I understood that      
the gentile brush upon my lips      
was my lover’s enchanted, delicious kiss      
leaving the scent of      
ripe peaches upon my mouth      
       
©June 23, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton