Moon Lore

MOON LORE

Grandmother, Where have you gone?
Your friendly embrace is lost in darkness

Circumstances

Light and dark, each is the absence of the other
Which comes and which goes?
The license of words is in the sword of silence

Chasing contrast binds us to our misery
and keeps us well for now.

An infinity of choices awaits us
An unusual journey beckons
But duty and necessity outweigh its merits
For now.

Read This. Our fates are entwined
In a sea of orbits we are lured by the same charms

Standing in a circle. Gravity and
Circumstances.

Fear rises and falls, Antlers clatter
Shivering anxious love

Fire below the navel
Faces crawl into fur as snow moon begins

Grandmother, May we meet again soon.