The Divine Danced

I watched the sun rising beneath the moon, As whispers of life brushed against my face, I looked inside the meanings of the rune, And felt her power fill me with her love, As winds of changes blessed me with her grace, I saw the sun rise with the moon above. To hold the glory of her destiny, No manmade temple can ever be built, And there, the divine danced all around me, Enraptured by her loving lunar charms, Old feelings men inspired by sacred guilt, She lifted as I wept within her arms. I watched the sun rising beneath the moon, To hold the glory of her destiny. Form: Cornish Sonnet