Lawrence Hall
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The Luna Moth

The moon does not in fact wax anything,
She does not wane; she simply ever-is;
She rules the softly-sung, soft-summer nights,
A willing queen, and willingly obeyed.
The luna moth, her winged votary,
Clings to indulgent oaks of their kindness,
Their moon-sent goddess from another world,
And strangely robed and crowned in lunar green,
Pheroming softly for some other moth
To come perform with her those rituals
Of love illogical, of sacrifice;
For all a luna moth can do is live
A summer week or so, but in those hours

She loves

In lunar beauty, strangely eternal
Who needs a dying luna moth?
                                                We do.

Light belongs to everyone
even amongst the darkest shade of black,
now tell me, what is it
that my soul lacks?
I'd love to be illuminated
by you,
and I'd just like to say
I really admire the way
you're there when I need you
every 9 o'clock
when I stare out
the corridor window,
no matter the tone of day.
Oh Luna, these mortals
send my sanity astray
while you...you my dear
cremate my lamentations
to show me that underneath it all,
there is a bundle of paranoxisms,
beautiful and bursting,
otherwise known as *me.

One sees the moon, shedding a tear they must,
Another sees her and gets blind in lust.

The girl gazed into the vast, velvet darkness.
Tiny bulbs burning softly just for her
Stare back.

She wishes upon the glittering sky,
To watch from above;
To twinkle not die.

The sky replied,
To the foolish, dreaming girl;

"Even we, the stars, beautiful and sublime
Fall to join your dance.
The mortal dance of frailty and time."

"We stars dont dream,
Nor fall in love.
We burn and watch
And guide from above."

"The heaven you worship
Is empty not here.
But the earth at your feet
Is breathing sincere."

"So even your lives,
Small, fleeting and bright.
Spark more fire
Than stardust in the pale moonlight."

She is
            A''''
        Shadow
She stalks and haunts you by the DARK
She conjures your mind
          Into a sea of EVIL
and follows you swiftly
            Into
         Your END,
But just then
            She leaves you bare

SHE IS
         A''''''''
                WITCH
She
          Casts
        A spell
      On your heart
And mesmerizes
           You
                        With her EYES
AND
       WITH THE BOUNCE
            OF
HER
           *******......
She locks you into a SEA
               OF ILLUSION
AND
           You are forever
                        History.

SHE'S
         A''''''''''
              THIEF
She says
        She's not after your
            Money
   Yet
She wants your soul,
She wants your heart
AND
     WANTS
         YOUR
        .    LIFE.

SHE
      IS
         A
   ............QUEEN.
               She travels
     .    Through
   .. ........      The
               Tributaries
                   Into the DEEP BLUE SEA
      AND
            WEARS
                 HER CROWN,
        SHE SEARCHES
              FOR SOULS
           SEARCHES
                 FOR
                   HEARTS
AND
        THEN
     ...   SHE
              LURES
                  AND DECIEVES
  
SHE
       IS
          .A
               SHADOW
  

RUN
        RUN
             RUN
                FROM
                     HER.

70 years before today She was in this place
sultry magic abounds
I heed Her call

Honey Moon radiates from between my legs
An angel at my gate

Succulent strawberry
Bite into me
Send me rolling sticky sweet
Teeth to lips to cheek
Rosey gold
Ready for the picking

Rest within my crown O Mother and sing me to sleep
Siren's Solstice drift through my being

Shine upon me
Adorn my halo with your seeds
Be with me
I am with myself

Nestle me in your womb as 70 years before
Sultry sweet and mystical
I adore She

~~A poem for a friend trapped inside a box~~

I’m a bird, said the woman.
And so I grew my feathers,
Then Wings, then blue eyes,
Then flew so high and kissed the sky.

I’m a fish, said the woman.
And so I grew scales,
Then gills, then long blue tail.
Then swam so deep and caressed the sea.

I’m a rainbow, said the woman.
And so I leapt and reached the clouds
Then gathered colors for my clothes
From feathers, from wings, from eyes,
From skies
From gills, from tails
From oceans

Then came the man
I’m a man, said the man
A man like me
Move like a man
Like me

I’m a seed, I said
And I shrank instantly
Withered, dried
Returning to my box
Boxed the box inside a sack
Then tied the knot
Then tied to a ceiling

I’m a hope, said the seed
Waiting for the woman
To open the box inside the sack
Inside the knot inside the ceiling

Bury me, said the seed,
In silver dust, inside your palm
And in your heart I will grow.

I'm a moon.