One has to be aware of the wandering moon,
sometimes still caressing near the bluish noon.
Measures of days signified by the queen of night,
bowing to deities over wide water shores to all might.
Bringing forward the blessings to the forgotten dream,
providing save passage to that purpose keen.
Beyond the ideal towards enchanted goods,
where more is meant that meet all mental foods.
In service high to touch that hermitage,
where faintest stars in still, are the majestic judge.
Signs of symbols reflecting infolded spheres,
slowly revealing agents of necessities coming to years.
Turning moon time table to the perfect fit,
intimate hands that speak the voice to submit.
The waning and waxing phase through daily mansions,
nocturnal mother and her love expansions.
To cover the eyes that blear feeble illusion,
creating integrity with firm conclusion.
Sweet echo calling from many lives with omens,
melodies that sustain the purity of emotions.
References from recorded certainties with its bliss,
pensive meditation and treasures from the dark abyss.
Wednesday, March 24, 2021