Silver Ball,
Sparkling illuminant
Light my black heart,
with songs so nascent,
Sing me a song,
of ancient ocean tides,
rising and falling ,
with waters of the Self,
The water turned to blood
ebbing and flowing
through my veins, my body,
pulsating alive.
Wondrous being with face of craters,
pitted and gnarled.
Christmas Moon at 11.11pm this year,
rise on high in a glorious ceremony.
Transfixed on your splendour,
Above our tiny home,
I kneel in awe,
as you wash over me.
