Amid the starlight the moon is waning.
Moon too bright and sensual
captivates my being,
Dance me through the starry sky,
play me a tune on the harp delight.
You are me, I love you.
My moon and stars, lighted tree forests,
Set for laughter amid the dewy leaves
carpeting the floor.
Down, down the earth flight goes,
Dark, moist misty, my love is rich,
you are love,
You are the dampened droplets
shining beneath starry beams,
luminous, cool and still.
My feet tread aloft now on
the highest mountain peaks.
I reach now for you my love
and find you everywhere
and all in everything.
The cycle of the Moon wanes and waxes,
Beauty, laughter, love, all so subtle,
Differ not, all with power
to die and come alive anew.
All fragments of an ecstatic intersection
That only lasts a moment and is gone.
