Lady Moon (Original)

Sometimes at night if I’m not in control;
The moon can become quite a hand-full;
In forest’s deep the silver cold light;
Crashes through branches woven tight;
Shadows fall and weave as drunk;
Creating questioning faces on each tree trunk;
Its a night proud for any lycanthrope;
With gravely growl deep in their throat.
Leaves knee deep and pollen floating in air;
The forest corpses lying here and there;
And ghostly shapes ethereal in the mist;
Standing slim and sylvan neither her nor his;
The moon will catch you if you stop and tarry;
And spill your blood for the forest fairies!

Then there’s the moon on the golden shores;
Beach side homes with shut painted blue doors;
This moon may be soft but no less lethal;
Lights pink, blue, green like an artist’s easel;
This warm light that stretches out to you;
Stretches as tight as a celestial tailor;
Might point the finger of a skeletal sailor.
Over the sea the moon can get so big;
While behind you the wind has graves to dig;
The extra large moon dazzles your mind;
And you don’t even sense the gaping hole behind;
It sparkles off a million grains of sand at your toes;
Blinds the eyes, dazzles, reaps and sows.
Night at the beach with the waves song;
It’s natures perfect music: What could be wrong?
But then you’re lulled to peace again;
While the water dryads feast on your skin!

Lastly I love the moon in the city;
The skelter beams, stray dogs and lost kittys;
You see a dozen moons on each pane of glass;
Dazzles the senses until your fantasies crash!
Careful of the moon and speeding stars;
Are nothing more than the lights of passing cars;
And people with the moon bright in their eye;
Love you with tears as they watch you die;
The sweaty city moonlight feels like a salve;
And all the pretty people – what pointy teeth they have!
They have the moon in their hair and the moon on their skin;
On their clothes ad their lips, kissed again and again;
A city of lovely savage predators under the moon;
But each and every one of them her victims too!
The city is where you are closest to Lady Moon;
So close sometimes you want to swoon;
End up in a ditch next to pay phones;
While city trolls crunch on your bones!

So its wise at night to always be wary;
Of that silver lady who can be quite scary;
She’s always right there a child’s delight;
A young girl’s romance; an old man’s fright;
She can be so many things or nothing at all;
Silver in winter and blood red in fall;
Sometimes so far away like a mote in God’s eye;
Then so large she blots out the sky;
No matter what time or phase again and again;
The moonlight will always caress your skin;
And even if you’re on guard or how hard you try;
Lady Moon’s song is a potent lullaby;
Romance, secrets, violence or fall;
Death or a new beginning; She gets to see it all!
It may be safer in the bright sunny day;
But I like it better when the moon comes out to play!

Sinn©2005

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