Luna, My Love

She calls me with a serenely mystic whisper

And though my eyes never meet hers she is always watching me

Her antipodian companion leaves burns and blisters

But compliments her distant sisters, they are a divine 3

Antique yet beautiful, older than the most eldest of rivers

Ascendant of an anciently supernal pedigree

She obscures herself as an enigmatic shape shifter

Her magnetism allures the tides of the deepest seas

Meniscus showered in shades of blue and silver

At night, her song whistles throughout the trees

Transforming hate to love, she captivates her killer

Bringing all darkness to its knees

She weeps with injustice as it withers

Like an impending disease,

She’ll contemplate while she lingers

Soothing your soul of all worries and griefs,

She’s a mysterious hitchhiker, a lone drifter

Hypnotically putting the mind at ease,

Mesmerized by all of her silver-haired shimmer

Gazing over her alluring glow can be such an excruciatingly pleasurable tease,

She is a Goddess, the melodically cosmic thinker,

A silent breath, an intoxicating breeze...