Lunation

The silent image of a poetic light the
crescent moon enhances the
blackened night my eyes are bound to the beauty that I see the moon’s
magnetism — it beckons me pores of my mind rise and fall in lnation lost in a spell entranced in lunar fixation
alters the rhythms and the tides of the oceans eclipsing hemispheres of my emotions moon enters in its new
phase-governs both the nights and
the days bathe in its heavenly rays —
strange allure the one that I praise