Boon of the moon

We write in metaphors about cool heat, brought about when polarities entwine, boundless rapture that has our heart upbeat, rekindling the flame that makes us divine. Nectar drips through our energy pathways, as boon of the moon, gentling the sun’s fire, manifesting within all rainbow rays, notwithstanding our wayward ego’s ire. From root to crown, in a bliss stream we drown, as imagined boundaries disappear and though there really is no countdown, in timeless time light of God does draw near. Shower of magnetism in-pours by grace, as steps toward God we slowly retrace.