My Moon

MY MOON

You are my moon

Your moods wax and wane

With pages torn from my calendar

Your beauty not constant

Bewitching at your fullest

When you reflect upon me

The light of others

No heart shine of your own

The days vary

Each I long for nights

When your pull

Upon my tide of blood

Raises it up

To wash my mind’s shores

With foaming scour

Majestic power

Leaving my morn strewn with

A drift of storm wrecked feel

But those moods!

When you wrap yourself in cloud

Hide for days

On end, until

I wish to kneel in desert sands

Beneath, before another moon

Constant