Moon Tide











What is it about the moon

that calls me to Love

as she slides under a sea

of dark clouds?


Last night I gazed

into a deep midnight sky.

Someone I love

floated by on wings

made of air that

shrouded her pale face…


Moon honors both love and grief

in equal measure

without judgment.

Grave colors –

crimson, white, to black.


Is it any wonder

I feel her luminous presence

as a loving force

that binds me to others

living or dead?


Moon is an embodiment –


Lovers’ prayers incarnate in

translucent white light.

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