THE MOON IS MY ANCHOR

At night I arise and stare into her

Beautiful face

Hoping she will share some of her
mystery.


She is how I wish to be....

Dependable, lonely, enchanting and
mesmerising those who gaze upon her.



The moon is my anchor and

She is my mother and

My mother's mother,

And all feminine ancestors combined.



The moon is my teacher,

Tellilng me of the ways etheric.

She speaks softly of love

As her moonbeams like pearls dance in
our
hair and make our faces glisten.

Who wouldn't fall in love in Her
presence?


Alas! The moon is my morning star.

I sadly watch her fade as the

Sun emerges causing her to hide

Her secrets again until tomorrow.

THE MOON TOLD ME

The moon told me Late last night

Of love, of sorcery and of magic.



It told me of enchantments long ago

Somehow lost

Yet somehow remembered.



The moon told me of my own

Feminine powers

Of my own desires,

And abilities.



She told me of a sadness

I had long forgotten.

For some reason she

Wanted me to remember.



The moon watches me teasingly,
hauntingly.
She allows her light to shine softly

Bringing me from darkness

Illuminating my path

And showing me the way home.