Someone touched the Moon.
Whose heart did roam upon her breast?
Upon those waters luminous?
Seeking wavering rapture, silken peace,
Knowledge through feeling, eternal release?
Someone touched the Moon.
She is blessed, cathartic-less
Enlivening growth and tending to trees
She guides, she dances, sheds hues of white tears...
And revives.
Her glance awakens us,
A soul so fluent with the wind,
Oceans of fullness upon our shores.
Truly alive, I sing to Her;
Freedom is not in this or that,
...Just is.
Oh Wonder sweeper, soul-some keeper,
Dreamer of a thousand lakes,
Deluge of heart,
Over us it wakes.
Moon of light,
My Queen of Night,
In honour to the Sun, you're bright.
Oh wantonness dissolve our weeping,
Of a heart in Nature's keeping.
Truest trust in words true blessed,
Oh sacred lady on a quest.
Moon moon moon triune,
Mare's majesty and poet's swoon.
[any comments or feedback welcome]



