the half moon shone like a pale white bone <br />at the bottom of a cloudy pool. <br />her cool light soothingly enticing me <br />to leave my dreams. <br />i arose like a mist on the warmth of a kiss, <br />as i hearkened to her call. <br />the wall of night came falling down; <br />a castle made of sand. <br /> <br />obsidian to alabaster, <br />fantasy to muse, <br />fledgling neophyte or master, <br />what have i to lose? <br /> <br />the moon waxed full, her familiar pull <br />drew me into her circle of light. <br />her ivory touch, bright satin fingers <br />gesturing to the dawn. <br />i awoke to partake of the nectar of her thoughts, <br />as she brought me beyond my own mind. <br />her sweet intoxication lasting <br />well into the day. <br /> <br />obsidian to alabaster, <br />fantasy to muse, <br />fledgling neophyte or master, <br />what have i to lose? <br /> <br />the dark moon comes like a silent drum <br />keeping rhythm without making a sound. <br />her black skies intimately filling me <br />with mystery. <br />kissed by the night like a lullabye bright, <br />i fall deeper into dreams. <br />where she sings to me of subtle things, <br />where crazy wisdom reigns. <br /> <br />ivory to ebony, <br />fantasy to will, <br />roaming full-blown fool or empress, <br />either way a thrill. <br /> <br />the moon reappears, a fine silver hair <br />on the black velvet background of night. <br />her soft light dissing me with whispers <br />of her awesome power. <br />i arise to the task doing all that she asks <br />in her taciturn quieting way. <br />in rapt surrender i become her promise <br />and her curse. <br /> <br />obsidian to alabaster, <br />fantasy to muse, <br />flegling neophyte or master <br />what have i to lose?<br /><br />moon batchelder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/powered-by-the-moon/
