Oh Moon

Oh moon, so full, so dearly bright, You are the light of lovers; misty glow of night, Dimmer than sun, his subordinate reflection, yet remains he jealous despite; for even death, cannot silence love’s forever brilliance, vows trans-versing ages--the grave a mere cycling phase…each new face a hopeful countenance—and all passing through such shadows are coated, in-spite of the daze, with a gleaming, rapturous glaze…. Oh Moon, your insight, unlike all others—though depressed in curfews of darkness--appealing dread silence I call through the thickness, while treading deep echoes of night—where does a heart sail when one beat cruelly sunk--leaving the other, fond memory, but little choice than to float their dreams one alone...? Till the fog once again lifted, and awakened by her lips, love’s promise; is not life so preciously gifted, to we unworthy yet treasured by God? Only you, Moon, see clearly our heartaches; and the matchless pain when summarily parted--our seasons so like your own, cold and warmth, dim halos and beaming glows--as onto occasions light simmers...to again lustrously grow. For humans--our hearts free symphonies a-flutter—soul’s mortal vehicle the spirit only intimately knows; let no sadness sow doubt to drown us, affirming for love that love eternally flows….