CONSTANCY (MOON)

That luny moon 

she woke me up,

and filled my room at night

with eerie light,

that with my dreams

colluded,

this sudden apparition 

towed my body, 

mind,

into its coldness, 

whiteness, 

boldness,

now contained,

inflamed; 

not red 

but white,

yet palest shades of blue

and even yellow too, 

did bleed into

the sight of you,

so round;

a solace to a burning heart

or to a body wracked;

so still, 

so calm, 

so steadfast,

sound,

so omnipotent. 

I place my whole 

upon your bowl,

am lulled to spheres apart,

where air is thin, 

and space is vast

around your cratered heart.

Old moon that sails the skies,

what tales there are that you could tell

of past, and present heavens, hell,

when born of crashing meteors

you took your form,

and doomed to stay so far away

out there in space

forlorn.

Great shape of light look down

or up,

to give us constancy,

that we may love forever more, 

your might the tides restore 

and each day,

each hour your magnetism 

swaying

our desire.






Part II.
 

Old man in the moon 

we swoon, 

we dance

we learn to feel the elegance 

of your fine globe

of sunlit fun, 

as round and round 

the floor of heaven you swing

you switch your shape

and indicate

that life's an ever changing thing:

We win, we loose at dice

the mice come out to see,

the twisting trees try hard

to follow your degree

of angles free,

in southern parts 

you cause the trees 

to turn towards the right

in northern hemispheres, 

you do reverse the dance outright; 

its left here, 

right there, 

one, two, three, 

and chassé, chassé

pas de deux 

under the canopy, 

we near turn luny lunatic

the clock says half past three,

we step the two step 

up into the boat you make for me

and sway and swing like Pharoahs

across the dark blue sky,

surrounded by the myriad stars

that shine for you and I 

in our demise,

no surprise,

in our jollity.