You enchanted the moon, didn't you?
Maybe you promised her a star or two?
She hunts me with Orion's bow, pacing behind shadowed cloud,
My celestial stalker ridin' low, wanly wrapped in misty shroud.
She whispers stark, yet soft as a breeze-blown tune,
Press on, my pet. You've done so well, we'll sleep again soon.
But we've a fortnight to go if we're to come full circle by month's end.
So many dreams still to sow...To reap those lupine howls once again.
Serenity to insanity, delirious depravity to moon-magicked majesty,
A cosmic clockwork cycle muddling my mind with lunar gravity.
She pushes me to frenetic furies then pulls me to solstice solace,
She masters tides in her caprice, what hope has a malcontent apprentice?
© 04/04/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
There's a bit of the moon in everything I say and do,
I shouldn't be surprised she reminds me of you.
Just an interesting note: I was inspired to write this last night as I was watching the moon from the window at my desk. Today, I was wondering if the moon was actually anywhere near Orion...
Turns out Orion is just to the east, but the moon was in the house of Libra when I wrote this, which is friggin cool. :p