Ah ha, I knew, eventually, I'd get it back.

I'm not going to lie, or hide it anymore; I've had writer's block.
But, as I know myself, I knew some series of events, or particular people, would spark my mind once more.

It was tonight, a lunar eclipse, and for me unlike one I've ever seen. It started fast, as if the sun wanted to get the show over with and go back to sleep. Then as Sol moved away, Luna's glorious face shown bright and beautiful; glowing red, blushing, perhaps at the attention? As her normal soothing light once again became normal to the world, I glimpsed a bowl of crimson hidden in her belly, only lasted for a few seconds then was gone. It could have been a trick of my eyes, but I choose to believe otherwise.

The energy I felt as the two were entwined spoke to me of a balance to come. Hopefully in our current world, in our political and military worlds as well as the well being of the human race.
I heard it speak to me of, what else, .... and this poem is the result. Cleverly entitled

"Under a Hidden Moon"

Under a hidden moon she rises

Stumbling through darkened rocky walkways

Hungering for lustful embraces and soothing words.

A pain, sharp insistent bowl of longing inside her chest

Makes her gasp for the dark air,

Reach to the blackened skies for release

From hysteria brought about by Luna.

Dark Diana and Glorious Pan,

she the unseen voyeur

Of graceful orgies the gods performed

Out of pure joy and love.

 

Vines of ivy and wisteria climb the paths she tries to walk

And find the tears her heart may block

From ears eager to listen

To cries of whispered love untouched

Amber eyes, a glowing crimson mote within

Forecast of balanced intrigue

A sadistic arousal, masochism play

Entwining embrace

She sings, she runs, she falls exhausted to

a cold wet ground

Staring at eyes not there,

In forests and glades that have disappeared,

Water falling no one bothered to tell her

Had been dammed by the branches of doubt,

Branches of self-consciousness, of fear.

 

Through blessings or favor of Divine,

Luna deems to shine

Her glorious fullness

upon this lady’s fair face

As she sits in dampened grass,

Crying tears of bliss

and longing.

Lightened her countenance

Her mind became aware

Of the glowing beauty before her

In life and wild woods

In rocks and trees and shrubs

So she did not notice, enraptured at Nature’s ways,

When the object of her longing appeared

halfway through a blazing night, a shimmering light

A star burst at the energy captured between the two.

A blessed and enjoyable night to you all. I rest my mind and body with sleep.

Twilight and Beauty,
Salome

 

 

 

 

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