Your Moon

Your moon eclipses my heart

sending my life into deep shadow

where the tiniest point of starlight

can stream through, via the Sun –

burning through my soul

setting my broken heart blaze

in Divine glory

yours and mine.


Leaves floating in the autumn breeze

destined for their resting bed

setting the thicket alight

with fifty shades of gold

gradually turning to ash.

Abandoned trees silent

roots deep in the Earth

secure in their own being

awaiting the return

of the Divine Sun.