Moonrise - Lady Luna - Nocturnal Magic

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Moonrise - Lady Luna's Nocturnal Magic

"O Lady Luna!
Resplendence in thy ethereal grace,
Luminescence in thy softest glance.

Silence in thine fleeting rendezvous,
Frequence in thine ceaseless visits.

Grandiloquence in thine nocturnal trysts,
Inflorescence in thine moonlit vigils.

Hide & seek, doest thou play, amidst the billowing cloud,
Hither & thither, thine gleaming sky enshroud,
Waxing & waning, are thou in a timeless waltz with no sound.

Twinkling and winking like naughty babies are the myriad stars around,
Razzling & dazzling, are thou all - like playful kids, in a celestial playground.

Glinting & scintillating are thine shimmering moonlight beams,
Glistening as sparkling crystals are the nocturnal dewdrops.

A loving mother's embrace is thy everlasting benevolence,
A passionate lover's caress is thy illuminating ambiance.

Paeans sung & written to thou over the eras good & foul,
Pains, wrinkles and pockmarks dot thee since the age of thy Soul,
Or they simple dimples, a coquettish blush, as thou awaits thine dawning Sol?"

~ vvk78

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"Moon of wonder
Moon of grace
Moon of blessing
Moon of space
We honor you
We thank you"

-Karla Grauberger

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"Full of
Mystery and magic
Casting shadows
in the night
the full moon rises.
She calls to us
In whispers
To abandon our beds
To hear the call of
Broken darkness
Of midnight possibilities..
To know that God
Is God of the night
As well of the day!"

- Sally Coleman (http://www.sallysjourney.typepad.com/)

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"Lady Luna in the sky
Casting your light upon me
Her silvery glow
Lets my positive spirit flow
and drenches others in friendship.

As I sit under her face of wonder
I ponder whether she was
made for the stars
or they for her.

Give me a silver ring
a shining pendant
None adds up to her beautiful face.

Lady Luna,
Your light falls upon me."

-Annie Thorndike (age 9)

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She lifts her face
through hoary frosted branches.
Silver light, picks out a thousand drifting dreams.
We sleepers, blinded
by an age of pounding, shouting light
stumble, hands outstretched, among the trunks
of elder pine and oak. Lost, we wander,
following a voice that calls our name.
Her veil parts day from night and wraps
our feverish worlds in whispered hymns
that beat within our bodies;
ebb and flow, dancing with her turning face.
And in that gentle, pulsing darkness, we need no sight.
Memory: of winters when there were no bars
upon or souls, or shackles binding us to dirt.
Waking to that gentle dark we bathe
in silver tarnished light, our skin aglow
with milky hope that whispers deep
within our hearts
the name of God.
Hands outstretched we remember,
when we called You Mother without fear,
when our bodies were your temple,
when we bore birth and death on the flood.
Now, we hear your voice again,
the voice that sang us love songs in the womb.
And we remember,
there is nothing to fear
in the silver brightness of Your sweet night."

-Tandaina (http://snowonroses.blogspot.com/)