The Moon Drifts with Ourania

[Fox of the Oaks]

Oh Ourania, Muse of the measure,
I see our mother Moon, finds in you her pleasure.
I see her sitting there, calling forth Sun,
Within our own hearts, to melodious strum.
I see the bright birth of buds to be blossomed,
I hear clear sweet laughter of children alive.

Ourania, of astronomical lore,
Of the nine sisters, inspirations' core.
Fine silence gives birth to silver winged vision,
Alas, where am I? For Awen has risen!
I long and I seek and I journey far ways,
To find that true music, that deep the heart plays.

Serendipitous Sister of sacred sound,
You bless us with glances and we fall to the ground,
In ecstatic storms, a wind long will blow,
That leads us to paradise, through all that you show,
If we are mere mortals dreaming ourselves,
Sing bright within us, please waken are souls.

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Feedback and comments welcome.
I wrote this when I noticed in my astronomy program (Stellarium - great software, free download http://www.stellarium.org/) - that the Moon is currently in the constellation Sextens, related to the Muse Ourania.