I hunt for you.
I hunger for you;
your soft silver sacrament
permeates my mind.
Bathe me in your luminescence,
pure as the first light of innocence,
until I am
reborn, transformed,
no longer myself,
part of the sky,
the wind,
the dark between stars,
part of your ancient holiness,
driven by your rhythms,
dancing to your lunar symphonies.
No matter what science may say,
you are no pale reflection,
no imitation of a greater glory,
you are mystery itself,
living and dying again
and again,
an argent phoenix caught in an endless arc,
the same today
as aeons past,
the same today
as you will ever be.
Bless me with your endless rejuvenation
and teach me how to bloom anew
with each encroaching night.
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
Anonymous by necessity,
Vocal by choice.
Comments (5)
I love how you blend myth, mysticism and emotion into something that reads like a ritual whispered to the night.
What a beautiful thought: "Bless me with your endless rejuvenation and teach me how to bloom anew with each encroaching night."
What a creative and powerful way to capture the essence of the moon.
Soft silver sacrament and argent phoenix are lovely lines, well done!
Beautifully written. I love how you’ve captured the moon’s timeless, almost spiritual pull.