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.