The Moon and Me

Three lampposts threaten my darkness

As I drink to the moon and me

Under the influence of nature’s white noise

Waves, stars pure in the Grecian night sky

I thumb the ring around my finger

A palladium of love

Hearts and forties

As water takes me through chapter and verse

I’m so bohemian and unrehearsed

No life plan, just a feeling and a wish

Loaded with a kiss

Infected with debauchery

And a pirate’s heart

I’m the oldest I’ll ever be this year

Not mentally and physically

Just figuratively

Pieces of eight cut in half

By rapscallion’s teeth

Doubled by the blessings of a thief

I listen to the waves as I toy with my mind

Reinforce the serenity of this time

As my thoughts stray and play

If you’ve read above you already know I’m away

In thought as they say…

I stand where the lights bleach the night

Where unnatural energy stains the sky

As I gravitate towards the darker depths

The world that spins when the Devil collects

The witching hour and beyond

Isn’t for the Wiccan children like it was written so long ago

It’s for something else that you couldn’t know

Unless you’ve felt the magic

The secret glow

Where the land and sea stretches out of sight

Where the moon appears closer than you think

Where the day fades out of sight

And the silhouettes on the shore

Remind me of you

Threatening the darkness…

© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.