It calls to me,
Like a mother calling to her child,
Offering a soothing love,
Able to take every pain and burden off,
In a sip,
As if it's telling me it can free me from the shackles,
A warm comfortable hug,
A lullaby to my soul,
The scent of your warm favorite meal,
Is it true,
Is it all worth the risk of death,
To feel the numbness it so dearly calls for me to grab.

In her gauzy garments
Above the bowing trees
The moon has many lovers
In the sighing breeze.

They all take her dancing
In exotic lands
They give her sparkling diamonds
They kiss her milk-white hands.

She is round & fullsome
Or slender as a waif
When she is then waning
Her flowers are kept safe.

Silken skeins of darkness
When she's waxing full
Are parted by her brightness
She is NEVER dull!

Her beaux are all so courtly
But she eschews them all
Her only love can make her pale
She burns at his call...

She lets out her moonbeams
Through her eyes they weep
She loves the one eclipsing her
They can NEVER meet!

She, so strong within her court
Will curtsey when he comes
The moon has many lovers

But she's taken by the SUN.


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/14/2019