Noir Hanging

Silver Luna hangs

lovely in her sky swing

captured between arms

held in a moment

of meditation delight.

She calls in the sleep of dreams

slipping through the cracks

illuminating my spirit,

I stand beneath her shroud

and fall into her spell,

mesmerized.

Shades of passing history

released like clouds through fingers,

the calm settles gently

and soothes with the knowing

she always returns

filled with herself

and sated.

Shifting tides in the distance

as winds roar through

sky lions biting,

nipping back the fear

held in check and strength

of swirling emotion

dissipated.

11 thoughts on “Noir Hanging

  1. I am now satiated from wanting to read something beautiful related to this first Full Moon of 2022. I feel steeped in the powerful energy of it, and not very inclined to write about it. Your poem is so beautiful and is amazing joy to me.

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