Night came on, and a
full moon rose
high over the trees, lighting the land
till it lay bathed in ghostly day… and
the strain of the primitive remained alive
and active.
high over the trees, lighting the land
till it lay bathed in ghostly day… and
the strain of the primitive remained alive
and active.
Faithfulness and devotion,
things born of fire and roof, were his;
yet he retained his wildness and wiliness.
And from the depths of the forest - the
call still sounded.
things born of fire and roof, were his;
yet he retained his wildness and wiliness.
And from the depths of the forest - the
call still sounded.
Moon poems!
ReplyDeleteLUNA
there is something
over everything else
even more than
your whole life
in the moon
Did you write that?
ReplyDeleteYes I did, I don't hold totally to astrology, but I am a Cancer and I do so love the moon, my whole life.
ReplyDeletelast night
the moon was
a crown of ice
over the
mountains
tonight it dips
like a hook
into the sea
the ends
of the crecent
bend together
as it reaches
the horizon
yes the moon
has powers
like this
Astrology confuses me, sometimes it's so accurate - it unnerves me.
DeleteThis is really beautiful :
"a crown of ice
over the
mountains"