Waxing Poetica

the moon is made of lovers' wishes Gorgonzola, and other dishes heard knighted lines of ardent passion of tears and wars of lusted action fallen harvest moon shines emphatically a golden cornucopia spilled chromatically dancing fires with nights painted pagan and gifted artistic jilted lovers beggin' timelessly written in songs and tomes those emotive thoughts we've come upon matters not whether orb is woman or man it touches us celestially like no other can call her she, or the man-in-the-moon beginnings wrap to endings all too soon her light, like a lover's love waning your pull on her, has gone, abstaining yet new he comes 'round in the night dark and mysterious a shadow of light and more look up with wonder and lust under earthly moon all cratered and dust canines in deserts howl their approval lone wolf on mesa or in packs communal eclipsing all that the earth can give it pulls oceans of emotions that we live whether I'm mental or merely sentimental some core of lunar moonin' is elemental and moves me in arcs of sorrow and elation soulfully to cry with ecstatic damnation pulled nearer in mind to phased lunacy by the gravity of the moon you see whatever it means for all the fuss this moon surely has a pull on us © Goode Guy 2011-09-13