
“The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen.” – Shannon L. Alder
(more…)Hibernating weird cold winter smells
Laid her hand on the winter moon
Everyone she sealed behind the curtain
And the ghastly stifled screaming
Drained her lovely face, delightful dismay
She gazed on the old moon as her fate
And slipped into dreaming states
Yellow moon, violet sky
Over the feminine ocean
Wrap me in your arms
Soak me with your love
And never, please, never
Ever let me go
I could never touch the sky
Or lasso down the moon
The stars are far too high
But with them I commune
I can’t reach with my hands
And pull them down to me
So, I swallow astral energy
Spit it out into the sea
Liquid moon kisses
Soft and sweet, bitter defeat
The goddess retreats
She takes what she wants from me
Then leaves me begging for more
There is no light without the shadow
There is no dawn without the darkness
In the primordial awakening, the Sun God
Was bathed in intense light and the blinding
Rays of gold accompanied his coronation
He met Mother Moon in the field, in the cover
Of the darkness, their naked, lithe bodies
Faintly shining by the light given off
From each of them, as they consummated
The love of the world
The shadows danced in the tall grass
And The Shadow Man peered from behind
The shadow-side of each of the Gods
Their murderous and lecherous sides