The Rising of the New Moon

Ribbons of vermillion colored clouds,

folding and weaving into and out of each other

as they blanket the young city,

create somewhat of a

beautifully forboding

atmosphere.

So tempting.

So alluring.

All that needs to be said,

all that I yearn to hear
whispered so sweetly in my ear,

lies ahead.

Something enticing and tanigible

rests comfortably at my feet.

An outpour of emotions that remained surpress for too long

rests comfortably in my heart.

A divine darkness drapes over me.

I kiss the new moon "hello".

"The Kiss"
by Gustav Klimt (1908)

Animals Who Giveth

I feel oh so human the way you make me love you;

never perfect, yet you always jolt in the same circuit

through my animalistic veins -
I question myself, will I ever be the same?

Moving hands to grab hold of the reigns

better than any other man would, like anyone should...

however, being human never felt

so raw, so wrong, so right

until predator and prey made contact tonight.

Be the huntsman who knows no fright -

plan accordingly to bring me to a spiritual light

to make me see my present day with eyes so new

through this pagan religion that weakens my knees

to worship you

on the underbrush, with thorns that fray.

Under the moonlight...you giveth to me.

Prayers loaded and aimed at the heavens...please, never taketh away!

"The Feeding"
Watercolor painting by Skye Lyon

Fin

...And all that you will ever be

are all the beautiful lies that you said to me.

So when the dawn has risen

and glossed my honey eyes,

it will come as no surprise

to brake away from my lonesome rest.

I hope that, one day, you will see the best

in all that I attempted to offer you

as a small token of my inconsolable,

loving devotion...

for you.