Moonstruck

Moonstruck Many moons and seasons ago my five children inquired where I was heading to on my journey I replied ‘to the moon’ and to how to get there ‘with a ladder’ to astonished faithful suspense Turned downsize up and ascending again and once more over and above I should get there so I took them along flights of innocent fancy and smiled when they suggested a ladder from heaven Then darkness descended in lunar concealment little did I know do I know now for certain how the fairy tell princess came to savour the pathway Time place and place-time ventured departed into vortexes of void switched on in the clouds Somehow and only the Universe holds answers my soulmate and lover emerged into the rays ‘I would fetch you the moon on a spoon if I could’ and she ladled lunar surprise to my orb of the night Soul minds physical spirits union beginnings sprung into the fore pushing and pulling mounting the stage Spoons fetched celebrations of life passion wilderness oceans overflowed wetlands of love and a lighthouse’s coloured glass windows went embracing the rungs Since those moons struck together just the sky was the limit still plenty of riptides spring floods torrents abound and whirlpools droughts desertification flickering lights breathing shadows unfolding distant horizons untold but The pushing and pulling oases spinning spoons mooning spoons spooned mooned up together lick orbital salts crack creviced valleys of life while the moon struck home onto love and compassion Many moons and seasons ago my children knew of my journey much better than I and raised in their question the meaning of life at the crossroad and it does not matter how they knew that ladders can fly 17th July 2016 Written many moons again by the Universe and still writing all over, above and beyond...