Oculus Is
OCULUS
Is…
…about the MOON, its power, its mystery, its simplicity?
Its light is soft a pail reflection
Of its son.
The one always on the run.
The moon is an oculus of cold white a Deity that rules the night.
Rides the currents of indigo and aquamarine
It sees all in the coldness of its light
It sees all your lies
all your deceptions
your secret sins
hidden thoughts within.
The screaming of the lunatic
knows all like a silent god it is…
draped in the cold light
of infinity the finery of silver Filagree
the sister to the god
on the run the silent sun!
About the moon clouds cradle its bulk
as its rise high overhead
It rules The Insanities
It races The Thermals.
The things that drive men to madness.
Is it the power and the Majesties or is it the mystery of its simplicity?
The soft light covers all in silver cold white Mercury.
Slanting through window slats.
It carves horrors only our minds can’t….
It illustrates the woes of our humanity won’t…
it revelations are hard hidden fears we mustn’t…
it graces the vault of heaven indefinitely
Indifferently for all eternity
At the zenith of midnight
in its Azure Kingdom of Blackest Night…
The moon glows how bright?
Making the darkest
Nocturnals take flight
So let the forces play
LET the demons hold sway.
In nights ruled by frost silver light.
The moon is an oculus of
chilly mercury addressed in pale
Filagree of a deities finery.
Waxen Avatar that rules the Seas Indigo
N Aquamarine it's
The Azure Kingdom in Hours of Darkness…
rides the currents of midnight.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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