“Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.” Allen Ginsberg
The moon's memory fills the absence of you by day.
I am fluid by the reflected light of you by night.
I need to know we are both under a
super moon somewhere tonight.
Without the wisdom of your wholeness
to satiate my eyes, texture and taste of salt,
strength and shade on skin,
the day comes to my soul and
I walk blind until the next time
your full moon enlightens my vision
bequeathing me with your inner beauty.
I wander in the new dark until
I am illuminated by your vision of white.
Your brilliance is the elixir of my truth
flowing through the veins of my life.
I bend and stare at white electric luminosity
filling the black of my hundred eyes, and
again I feel your compulsory pull. I am
awed with a singular ravishing of love in
a world where I once stood eminently alone.
more poetry on dverse --ravished is my word...
thank you Bjorn