Saturday, September 21, 2024

Eerie Beauty Of The Moon

Eerie Beauty Of The Moon
© Surazeus
2024 09 21

Though timeless eerie beauty of the moon 
cannot be captured by camera or phone, 
my brain records its heart-enchanting vibe, 
which, if I never poetize its power, 
will vanish to blank nothing when I die 
as atoms of my brain scatter in wind. 

With words arranged in riddles of respect, 
or colors organized in vibrant shapes, 
my mind presents that soul-reviving shine 
our timeless night-light sphere exudes with joy 
through frail medium of temporary art 
to capture eerie beauty of the moon. 

Since our ancestral parents first emerged 
from sloshing darkness of the primal sea, 
and crawled up rivers to fresh-water lakes 
where they peeped from water-eye of desire, 
we have gazed long with reverential awe 
and love at eerie beauty of the moon. 

Every month in four hundred million years, 
since we rose from Dream Lake at dawn of time, 
we four-legged creatures, who love to sing, 
have chanted heart-expanding hymns of love 
while gazing entranced during solemn dance 
through joy at eerie beauty of the moon. 

Though we cannot with cultural media 
capture ethereal essence of her glow 
that shimmers with entrancing ambience 
among twisted branches of fruitful trees, 
eternal recurrence of her brief show 
illustrates eerie beauty of the moon. 

Though we are inspired by her sweet face 
to mirror in poems of expressive words, 
or images of paintings we create, 
artworks we make to give our feelings shape 
are nothing more than faint shadows of love 
to recall eerie beauty of the moon. 

When she appears once every thirty days 
with glorious glamour of transcendent truth, 
Queen of the Night Selene watches us 
while her son Dionysus leads our dance 
in circle of stones that mirrors her face 
to honor eerie beauty of the moon. 

As we are wandering lost in tangled woods, 
brave Dionysus, son of Selene, 
pours nutritious wine in grail of our hearts, 
then leads us dancing by the Lake of Dreams 
where we sing hymns that heal our hearts with love 
to become eerie beauty of the moon. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings ethereal hymn to honor eerie beauty of the moon.

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