Vibration of light
From the flower Moon
Like buttered tulip
Melting inside
Dancing between my joints
Weaving a river in my blood
A yellow only flowers would know
Moving like honey-milk
To a temperature just right
Breeding wave by invisible wave
As you set far south west
Before anyone knows
You left behind your pollen of hope.

the pale lucent moon in the sky
glowing so beautifully
little stars enraptured by it
people stop and stare
no camera could do the
pale lucent moon's beauty
any justice

Our tidal orphan has but
Reflected light to offer
As does a monolithic orphanage
With cold harsh policies
Being furtively undermined
By beautifully wise children.

Predatory prayer:
With the moon
To be as, fine as silk, care
For me, when time comes too soon...

Treasure
In a drink of water?
Said, and applied we're
In the spare and sordid fate there

Sharing, the muse
Which, and to is...
The creation of succor, a wishes enthuse?
A weary eye, has us for bliss...

Quiet, little face...
In the name, of me
A waiting future, to place
A many interim, with anarchy

Have we a happy save?
For a rise of notion, in prayer
The force of a voice, that does share patience for what gave?
Just a mercy?, here is loves care...

The veiled moon emits
the strangest obscure light.
Silently awakening
the secret world of my dark delights.
Yet the tide twinkles,
blinding bright.
On the ancient shore
of my mind tonight.
Mysterious memories swirl
that have haunted me before.
As a dark euphoria sedates my core.
In the center of my soul,
exists a vaulted door.
Where the ghosts of the heart reside.
To go inside,
exposes every secret you ache to confide.
Whoever told me there is no magic
lied to my seeing, searching eyes.
The night is silent, can you hear it....
The world's dark veined ecstasies,
sustain my sparkling startled spirit.

(The sun’s pov)
I am the life, the light, the dawn—
burning bright, revolving endlessly.
I paint the skies, a vow to you:
We will meet when light and dark subdue.

I see you glow— how ethereal you are.
You have always deserved my radiance,
Setting the night sky ablaze with your light
A glimmer, quiet yet bright.

The stars, my siblings, ask of you:
‘Why do you and The Moon never meet?’
If only fate were kind.
The heavens would fracture,
Our love is almost cataclysmic.

I love you, but love is not enough.
I beg to stay—
Though our part is demanded.
Burning with light I lend you,
I yearn for a touch,
I can only give in the shadow.
Be it lunar or solar.

(The moon’s pov)
I rise as you fall,
Only glimpse I catch— a golden ring,
You set the sky ablaze, a burning promise,
Painting the horizon in shades of you.
Is it a letter left for me?
A vow that someday, we will meet again?

Yet, I am the echo of light left behind.
I shine for you, hoping you’ll notice me.
Do you ever watch as I light up the sea,
or does your fire outshine me endlessly?

The stars murmur our names.
watching me rotate, watching you revolve.
Questioning our distance,
Yet if we did— if our worlds aligned,
Wouldn’t the cosmos tremble?

I long to meet you— I long for an eclipse.
glowing in the light I borrow.
Yearning for a touch,
I’ll only taste in shadow—
be it lunar, or solar.