'Ave Luna', in all her splendour, <br />Her ethereal gleam siphons down, <br />Incandescent allure seeping out - <br />Even Narcissus takes his head from the lake. <br /> <br />Luna's lucid white in the dark night's haze. <br />Helios know not what to speak, <br />But lends Luna his crystalline shine <br />To hang down from her halo, <br />Gleaming down her, and caressing it gently. <br /> If Helen's beauty launched a thousand ships, <br /> Mankind would martyr itself for you. <br /> <br />Luna's words sound soft and resonate deep, <br />That the music of her lips will play the lute of life, <br />Harmoniously infusing the destination of these cherubim, <br />That fly from the jaw, <br />With new Life, and divine direction. <br /> <br />Mutinous euphoria... <br />But it is not unwelcomed. No, <br />Apollo embraces this elation. <br />He ambles to a time before this, <br />Where he had been less favoured, <br />And sensed to be forlorn for life. Yet, <br />The twin flame has been lit, <br />And his soul mate has been found. <br />'Ave Luna'... Apollo cries, <br />As his aching heart weeps for her every absent moment, <br />And he sacrifices himself to the reverie, <br />Of Luna and Apollo's envisaged mutuality.<br /><br />Lee Slater<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ave-luna-i/
