She Smiles
In the comfort of my home
I while away the early night
And idly gaze towards the sky.
There is a silky glow, a chilly,
Silver presence overhead.
"I see the moon, the moon
Sees me..." the silly song
Tinkles through my head
From a distant childhood.
Threads form from random
Memory of trees and ponds
And rich, Sunday roast under
The Tilly lamp in the kitchen.
The moon is here now and
I must go to look on Her bright
Mirror, poised in the steel-grey
Island of dim-lit space, all
Around black and starless.
The silent garden cauldron
Holds her gift and comes
Alive with rustlings and
Clicks, sighs and shifting
Leaves, stirring to the cosmic
Breeze. She smiles and I
Spin in the wheeling dance
Of life, my ecstasy profound.
All creation turns in harmony,
And the trees hold their breath
In the stillness of the prayer
To draw down the power.
God and Goddess Blessings.
MoonCrone
A Metaphor for Life
Rainbows…
Such temporary things
The light rain
Washes the colors
Into the sky
And the sun
Greets them with
Her kiss
And we…
Bask in its beauty
Until the sight tis
Overcome
By the clouds
And the vision
Tis drowned in the
Haze…
In our shallowness
We become
Entrapped…
By the grey
Instead of remembering
The beauty ~~~
~Kiana~
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