On the Wane

1.

here in a bubble of moonlight
no strong winds can blow me
i sit and watch the world go by
floating, bound, unfeeling

what is this spell that holds me
enclosed and isolated
surrounded by air and light
contained in silence

i try to reach out, the bubble stretches.
untouched yet never quite defeated
i look out, no-one comes near
i long to feel earth beneath my feet

this curse is but a fleeting moment
in the time of the waning i am winnowed
all things pass and change and pass
the moon will wax again at last

2,

paths keep crossing for their own reasons
the twirl of the world, the switch of the season
cycles coming, growing, going
we turn to each other familiar faces
lit by moonlight, hidden by shadows
the stranger you meet who holds up a light
comes in the dusk and leaves in the night

3.

the moment the moon begins to wane
all the old predators come back again
snarling and circling and snapping their jaws
prowling around me, sniffing the air
they smell my defeat before its begun
should i offer my throat and be done

is there final release in their teeth
no sanctuary, no solace, no welcoming peace
so far from the fire, the torch and the hearth
so many riddles i cant answer
all my answers misunderstood
no star to guide me, lost in the wood

bound to a tree, yet i break free
when the darkest hour strikes
i refuse the final sacrifice
there is music, sunlight, life
i sink down to rise again

Ghazal ~ Not the Moon

When happiness eludes us in the dark,
dying in the wane, forsake not the moon

It will wax again, shine its silver light,
the turning tide will ache. Not the moon.

When spring is young and full of love, the sun
brings pleasure, gladdens day, wake not the moon.

The morning chorus brings us new born day.
Birdsong floats above the lake. Not the moon.

It is dawn above the soft horizon
that will our tenderness untimely break. Not the moon.

When Venus orbits high above, my love is in
my arms again, the night, delight, take not the moon!

On the Wane

1.

 

here in a bubble of moonlight

no strong winds can blow me

i sit and watch the world go by

floating, bound, unfeeling

 

what is this spell that holds me

enclosed and isolated

surrounded by air and light

contained in silence

 

i try to reach out, the bubble stretches.

untouched yet never defeated

i look out, but no-one comes near

i long to feel earth solid beneath my feet

 

this curse is a fleeting moment

in the waning i am winnowed

all things pass and change and pass

the moon will wax again at last

 

2,

 

paths keep crossing for their own reasons

the twirl of the world, the switch of the season

cycles coming, growing, going

we turn to each other familiar faces

lit by moonlight, hidden by shadows

the stranger you meet who holds up a light

comes in the dusk and leaves in the night

 

3.

 

the moment the moon begins to wane

all the old predators come back again

snarling and circling and snapping their jaws

prowling around me, sniffing the air

they smell my defeat before its begun

should i offer my throat and be done

 

is there a final release in their teeth

no sanctuary, no solace, no welcoming peace

so far from the fire, the torch and the hearth

so many riddles i can never answer

all my answers misunderstood

no star to guide me, lost in the wood

 

bound to a tree, yet i break free

when the dark hour strikes

no ritual sacrifice

there is music, sunlight, life

i only sink down to rise again