The Moon

Nothing but the faint rush of the wind in the pines
The muted calls of the forest creatures
Penetrates this ethereal quiet
Silence permeates these hallowed grounds

Anything could emerge from this womb of calm
Even the deliciousness of fear is welcome here
As much as the smooth taste of joy

The hairs on the back of your neck bristle an electrifying permanence
It is then my presence is known

I am beauty incarnate
Your mother's mother
Before mothers were born
Praise my silken magnificence
The glossy overtones of my divine harmonics
My glory melts all illusion
Obliterates all falsehoods in endless rapture
And supreme nourishment



Credits
Writer(s): Stevenson Valentor
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