Poetics and Musings

Love Song From the Moon

My Lady blesses me with these dark hours
And for a moment all is still
In those shaded moonlit glades
She gifts a simple secret thrill

I sing her praise amidst the darkness
Cradled by the crescent of the moon
Who against the sky glides idly by
Calling an end to this too soon

She takes my kiss-laid offerings
These small prayers pressed to your palms
My quiet odes as to deaf gods
A pittance paid in alms

I beg silently wrapped 'round you
A last defense against the dawn
Dreading the daylight that will steal you
As we stifle back our yawns

But you, my Dear, are as if Endymion to me
Only my own in these sleep soaked seconds
And then from Selene fated to flee

In vain I plead she extend her favor still
Allow night to drag into coming day
But I must make place for the sun
And Endymion once more be taken away