May 7, 2009
bed time stories
ever stared into the moon
pervading into the stillness
it talks to me silently
through it's sheen:
'of fantasies, experienced by open eyes
of hymns and chants soaked in wine
how artemis neared her m
while hermes watched her infectiously'
how easily darkness vanquishes,
in his pearl-like embrace
as ursa performs it's divinely ballet
to honour his tenderness
'glistening the sky,
draped in its ivory white,
ethereal in it's touch
to beasts and birds alike'
i see it at a comfortable distance
as it crashes straight into my land
without disturbing it's equilibrium
ceasing not to enhance it's high.