Dec 2012
Dense waves fell away
to the murmured mantra psalm
Dilate in Her silver face
and the black of space beyond
The tides obey Her delirious phases,
She controls through grace alone...
O Luna, be the firm Foundation
where I lay my crooked cornerstone.
A new day or a dead tomorrow,
will I dream or will I dawn?
Will I be bound by my sorrows
until my days are gray and worn?
When the Crone dies and crowns the Maiden,
Mother will you take me home?
O Luna, be the firm Foundation
where I lay my crooked cornerstone.
to the murmured mantra psalm
Dilate in Her silver face
and the black of space beyond
The tides obey Her delirious phases,
She controls through grace alone...
O Luna, be the firm Foundation
where I lay my crooked cornerstone.
A new day or a dead tomorrow,
will I dream or will I dawn?
Will I be bound by my sorrows
until my days are gray and worn?
When the Crone dies and crowns the Maiden,
Mother will you take me home?
O Luna, be the firm Foundation
where I lay my crooked cornerstone.
An ode to the moon. You may notice the Bible reference as well - Psalm 118:22.
"The stone which the builders rejected is become the head of the corner."
"The stone which the builders rejected is become the head of the corner."
(40/Gresham)
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