A Stairway To The Moon Poem by Phil Charters

Primal light
Beams through
A cloudless balmy
Night
Where the water rolls
In gentle waves
And ever so
softly lays
A stairway to the moon

That whispers
Beckons to
Mine weary soul
Come ye climb this
Night
Not shackled to
Ones humanness
With ego lost now
Climb

With weighted steps
At first I climb
And then my soul
Bursts free
I judge no being
Nor mine self
The light
Illuminates me.

Far from home
Where worries
Grind my sanity
Not at all
No festering wounds
On egos flesh
With whom it is
I love
primal light
it is not,
but love that lays
A stairway to the moon.