Captive Queen, Stewarded To The Earth And Sapphire Sea (14) Poem by Captain Cur

Tonight the moon is new and spreads her light
And weaves between the clouds of milky white,
Does she dream? Does she love like me?
Stewarded to the earth and sapphire sea.
Is she impassioned, has she lost her way?
This minor luminary unseen by day;
While her soft beams infuse the midnight air
Honeysuckle and jasmine linger there,
In my lungs these different scents to know
Within my eyes her dreamy mystic glow.
I bathe in the properties of this light
Enchanted by her swift and steady flight
Through the tangled trees she will make her run
Outflanking the sinking yellow sun,
Traveling higher still on her horseless ride
Ascending to where earth and sky divide,
Is she not queen of these heavenly isles?
On airy ships that float and sail for miles,
Then hanging low bursting in orange flame
Transforming herself, yet, still one the same.
Can I contain myself, a sight this rare,
The power of a changing oblong sphere!

My Queen,
Imagining thee in fertile fields of thought
Thou art all I think, all I ever sought,
Therein grow my compulsions uncontained
Pulsing throughout my nerves in sanguine pain.
Thy slender wrists shackled, thy trust betrayed
Dishonorably served, then shuttered away;
But, there is that hope, hope that thoughts can free,
When thy spirit sleeps, mine dost sleep with thee.

The night falls with a melancholic gloom
A precursor of prophecy and doom
As doomed as I, alone, without thy warm embrace,
As doomed as thee, no precious moon
to shine its light upon thy face.