Like a hot shower
All my sins are washed away
In the summer rain
She watches the sleeping world, as the light of the night.
Luminous, she reigns. Goddess through the darkness to twilight
Creatures of the dark and the deep, drawn to her celestial light,
Attempt to pluck her from the heavens at the stroke of midnight.
The skies go dark, the seas buck and very earth quakes in fright.
Will there be no one to control the seas or seasons with fertile moonlight?
Who now will inspire our desires and charm our dreams with insights?
No, great beasts! She is not your moon. Not here for your delight.
Begone, to your deep pits and watery caves, repentant and contrite,
As we pray you to leave her beauty where it lay alight.
Let her glowing splendor live eternal, grand and bright,
Inspiring the works of art and prose her gaze may invite,
And whose beams true lovers’ passions may excite.
Though we must say sweet dreams to her with daylight,
As above so below, may her magic return to us every night.
Lured by her intrigues
They know they are almost caught
In her spider silk
Search to fill the void
Mindless streams from tiny screens
So empty it hurts
Mid day liaison
His fire rings around her
Eclipse by her soul
In the autumn leaves they play
The little fairies dance all day
Tinting the trees, the ferns and fonds
Painting the fall with their wings and wands
Before the ponds turn to icy glass
Please hold this fall moment slowly past
© LadyRavenhill 2019