You enchanted the moon, didn't you?
Or bribed her? Maybe you promised her a star or two?
She hunts me with Orion's bow, pacing behind shadowed cloud,
My celestial stalker ridin' low, warily wrapped in misty shroud.
She whispers stark and yet, soft as a breeze on an April afternoon,
Press on now, 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.
She waxes and I wane, she mystifies with madness then soothes me sane.
Serenity to insanity, delirious depravity to moon-magicked majesty,
A cosmic clockwork cycle muddling my mind with lunar gravity.
She pushes me to righteous malice and 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