m a n a {m o o n}
love letter to the moon
moonlit silence
sterling currents
whispering ripples of
majestic light
resonating the dance
of creation’s play
across the backdrop
of the night
—
a n d
i
b l o o m
within
your silver gaze
frosted phases
quiet guide
leading to my
d e e p e s t
t r u t h s
soul-bound
rhythm
with your tides
*
i tasted death
under your keep
you sang life
into the wind
bathed in beams of
ethereal adornment
new
h o p e
b r e a t h e d
in me
again
*
you illumine the way
before me
when the dark night
folds me in
unveiling cascades
of argent mystery
your currents
call me
r i s e
t r a n s c e n d
*
seraphic compass
on a sea of velvet
reflecting my
shifting form
luminous mirror of
glorious magic
communed
with your
l i g h t
i
a m
r e b o r n
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (5)
This piece reads as an invocation rather than a simple love letter. The moon becomes guide, witness, and mirror, lending the poem a quiet mythological weight.
A well-wrought lunar liaison!
Great poem Kirsten! And great to see your poems again (I've been in and out of vocal recently). I love the metaphor "I tasted death under your keep"... amazing line 😊
Bff - You are such a schmoozer - So you are going to the moon for another bundle of cash..! I've been known to 'Moon' too...! j-amigo
another beautiful love letter...always a pleasure