November 14th – Moonlight
I have sensed Her silvery shifting through the noise
Shrill sirens whistle and roll through the canyon walls of this town
Yet I can hear Her silence
I feel Her tug on my flesh
But it is my Spirit who answers
The far distant beacon
She is haloed in soft golden white light
And I balance on the edge of madness wanting Her
Flesh and mind and Soul, frantic
Wanting, needing, knowing my lack
Wishing, willing, waiting for what is not, now
Stretched to the limit of Being
I surrender, exhausted I let go
And She rushes to meet me
In that space between here and there,
Flesh and spirit, mind and matter, we Are
Time and travel irrelevant
We exist together in the moment, in the Now
Like Her life waxes and wanes
Change is all that is guaranteed
It comes unbidden
Striving makes little difference
Life comes as it wills
We want what we already possess
And disdain what might sustain us
She is close tonight
Her eyes reflected in the soft pearl glow
Proximity though is an illusion
Her movement, my perception
She and I are of the same Stuff
Might I learn to walk my path as beautifully as She
Very dreamy. The Moon is so enticing, once you look it is so hard to look away, such thoughts such dreams are within.
🙂 good morning from Alabama
Humans have worshipped the moon for thousands of years. I guess we still do.
Different feel to this – acoustic guitar – works great.
Thank you brother. Will eventually figure out a better recording set up
Very Simon & Garfunkleish at the first. I loved the acoustic guitar. It was nice for a change. You ramp it up about half way through there… I was only picking you up on one earphone.
Hey friend
Man, those are beautiful words. Keep us updated on recordings. I’d be interested to include this in one of my posts as a link alongside one of my moon stories.
You are very kind. I am so glad you stopped by