Luna

 look towards the moon this night
And I wonder what it is that makes
My heart want to seek beyond all
That I am, all that I will be....

I hear the wolf cry out to Luna
A lonely cry desperate to find
The mate once lost somewhere
In the sands of time....

I see the faeries dance in the glow
Of the Full Moon's light,
Fae dust making a trail
Through dark to light my way....

I seek out the stars, my guides,
There stands my Orion,
Strong and sure, ready and
Able to guide me through time...

I feel the gentlest of breezes
Touch my skin, and sigh
For in that feeling, something
I long for is now fulfilled...

I look towards Mother Moon
And I ask her what is my fate,
What is it that I am meant to do
And she just smiles mysteriously at me...

I look towards the full bright moon
And I think of what She has planned
For me, and I know that whatever it is,
It will be magick born of the full moon....
 

Reviews

[THERISA]

Reading this poem, my heart is filled with the gentleness and mysteries, we've associated with the Moon over time. Guiding us through the river of time, towards our "fate", whether it be tragic or blessed. Thank you for sharing this poem with us.

[Wildfleour]

I reread it and love it more!

[Wildfleour]

This is wonderful. I often write about the moon..........she's very inspirational! :)