Memories Of The Moon
From Hearts On Fire, available soon
In the monthÂ
of her persistenceÂ
the moon cowersÂ
in a haunted spaceÂ
between memoriesÂ
she worships
and the goddessÂ
she will become.Â
Her invocationsÂ
spoken softly
soothe the delicateÂ
geometry of faith.Â
A harmony of systems
inhale starlight
and exhaleÂ
early blooming love.
Reverence forÂ
the goddess of springÂ
brings an echo of water
and creates pyramidsÂ
within the hallowed circle
while the seedingÂ
begins anew.
If you enjoyed this poem, have a look at my book, We Swallow Light. It’s an exploration of events in a past life and a refreshing take on overcoming pain and the joy of finding love.
Moon poems and goddesses -- you are speaking my love language, Tree. The words left a sweet aftertaste and it was a pleasure to linger in them for awhile, a quiet moment of moonlit awe. Thank you.