Moonlight Reveries - A Collaboration
My mood is mellow as moonlight gleams
as if she were Orion's treasured orb.
A gilded ornament he's hung on high,
an effulgent light in the vast ebon sky.
I find myself lost in reverie's realm
while Luna glimmers her soft reflection
across these calm cerulean waters,
as gently they ripple over Poseidon's Sea.
Alone in the nuance of this nebulous night,
it's as if I feel his pulse touching me.
"Mighty lord, your sea sways in silken silence
but sovereign, if you could speak to me
what words would you care to share?"
“Why seek my voice when you hear me in ripples,
and if I should whisper through the tide,
my trident would summon storms, not romance.
One breath upon my conch could wake the sleeping deep.
Do not mistake my reflection for my heart,
as Narcissus once mistook water for love.
Even the immortal Gaia knows the ache
of wanting what cannot awaken.
I have left Amphitrite sleeping in her coral halls.
I have watched a fragrant goddess rise naked,
radiantly from a womb of indigo.
Seen Selene spills her silver milk upon my soul,
as her hearts knows what it means to
yearn for he who does not speak.
I am the restless spirit no mortal can tame,
an ancient pulse that controls tempest sighs.
The sea obeys no god timelessly.
It only learns to rise, recede then depart.
Know that infatuation is much like ocean foam,
it forms softly in the embrace of velvet twilight,
then slips between our senses,
disappearing into pelagic sediments.
Do not wander further into my labyrinth,
for, if you dare to surrender to my sovereignty,
I would regret to abandon one as beautiful as you,
in realms where the stars go when they fade."
"I look away from glimmering stars
for their light dimmed in my eyes long ago.
Poseidon, from watery depths you've ascended...
How bold you must think I, a mere mortal
daring to question a god from Olympus.
You speak, not as a suitor but as one in command.
I do not entreat your heart to feel what it does not.
It's not a lover of your realm that I seek.
No, for I would drown at your side
and wash ashore on the flow of evening tide.
My heart wages war against itself
for I've not the courage to trust in love again.
I refuse to cross the threshold to the past
where heartache haunts me day and night."
Was great to collaborate with Lin Lane after over a decade. Thank you.
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