crescent moon reading
love messages in the night
~ distance subsiding
As the stars twinkled gaily in the sky,
they could only laugh -
They watched the moon through all its phases,
crescent, quarter, gibbous, full, and half.
But as she cycled through her lunar changes,
grieving for all love untrue,
the stars sadly noticed that
the moon was always blue.
So, they charmed a gentle nightingale,
"Please sing your pretty tune",
and "the stars beckoned her song
to reach the crescent moon."
crescent smile semblance
brother sun illumes the moon~
a at dusk hovers
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If I could fetch you the moon on a spoon
I’d give you galaxies in a coffee cup
And sing softly to make you swoon
Then add the Milky Way as creamer
Stir the moon on the spoon
Sweetened by your lips and
The heart of a dreamer
Taking satiny sips you’d be refreshed
Find yourself in the family way
As celestial seed grows beneath
Your breast making you starry eyes
My favorite work of art
For you grow like the moon
A crescent that blooms
With child dancing on ribs
Doing all the fetal flips
Birthing my red heart
Universal love child so dark
Ebony eyes onyx skin
Chiseled dimples on cheeks on chin
A star child destined to win
I will wander through all the aeons and uncover all mysteries
As shepherd of the shining stars
Greek wisdom, the heavenly crescent moon
(Cento poem about Christ, using lines from the three surviving Gnostic/Naassene hymns)
Stars sparkle in the black velvet sky
Lit with orange and red
Meteor appears as a shooting star
A bright streak of light
Across the heavens
The moon, a lovely crescent
A midnight gust blows overhead
The darkest ink lays before dawn
Arrives the bewitching hour
When the veil between life and death
Is at its weakest
Phantom limbs intertwine
And witches cast their spell
I wake up unsettled with a cold sweat
When supernatural activity is at its greatest
"When both birds call simultaneously, it might simply be a coincidence of nature, but it can also be interpreted through the lens of folklore as a moment filled with spiritual significance or a sign of impending change."
crescent moon's sliver
lies upon a small gray cloud....
while whip-poor-will sings
barnyard owl replies answer
as daybreaks 'pon horizon
A crescent moon hangs in the sky
in two weeks it will be full
Two weeks more, to crescent returns
fascination’s endless allure
Waning crescent moon rises
Red sun rises adjacent
Whip-poor-will's love affair short
An arctic cold night
The universe has changed the aura of nature,
Today is the crescent moon;
By holding up the bright secrets and dark night,
May be it's God's boon.
Even the gleaming stars came into alignment,
To see the open jar of my secrets.
The secrets of euphoria and deep affection of love
Is now about to burst.
I can see the tint of your thoughts,
Said Crescent moon.
As I reflected my imagination into illustrations to the
Moon's canopy.
I saw the surreal moment of the melting moon.
And the spontaneous view reached to the peak
of its beauty.
11/11/2023
crescent moon waving
from her bed of sapphire stars
hope rises, on clouds
She must of been,
A crescent moon,
The way she shimmered,
And glows,
With the Autumn hues,
Her love,
Luminously sweet,
With the palm,
And maples trees
Reynaldo Casison
Definitive awakening grazes
the core of our being, thus transmuting
soul presence in phases that amazes
enlivened heart, with bliss executing
osmotic penetration in our veins,
that even as we soften attention,
witnessing the cleansing of feral stains
nurtured by ego, blocking ascension.
Spirit then ignites flame of living light,
which is who we are and now here present,
aglow and pulsating by day and night.
God signals dawning of bright moon crescent
on our fontanel, as the crown we wear,
of pristine awareness, now self-aware.
Your cookie-cuttered crescent
white shining slender moon
hung solitary
in the crisp Autumn dark
Until a cloud dressed in fog
pulled the shade
obscuring you
to but a silhouette.
Yet, as be the way with things,
your cloud shall drift away
to free your lighting
of our shade.
To be sure such not
to be for me...
My cloud's caught
on a broken
edge
of my heart
And she struggles,
struggles
to be free.
Crescent moon was a tiny bit chilly on pink clouds tonight
He got his warm cozy crocheted afghan and turned on the light.
Sweet baby star Dory stopped by to listen to a good story.
Crescent was happy to accommodate sweet little Dory.
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