Whispered Wanderings

Smoke-like clouds drift across the moon
encircling her silvery light;
waiting for her to bring to this night
the meaning of her ancient rune.
A song of old, forgotten by time;
lying dormant in a passionate soul
until the moon releases her control,
by her otherworldly design.
And I, dreaming upon this earth,
small and fragile in current form,
follow her melodic and beautiful storm
toward psychological rebirth.

klm
5/26/24

[I dug into my archives from 2012 and resurrected this one, polished it up a little today]