Friday, April 15, 2011

Moonstruck

Hail to you seductress
Who so boldly shines forth into the twilight
Who commands the ebb and flow of the tides
Who incites all wild creatures to be free
In your undying passion

Hail to you oh temptress
Who with your glowing luminescence
Awakens the midnight hour
Who with your gleaming visage
Illuminates even the heaviest of eyes
You who have inspired sonnets simply with your smile

Hail to you oh holy satellite
Who faithfully guides the farmer’s hand
You whose radiance facilitates a lover’s serenade
You who whether full, half, or crescent
Compels me to adore you!

© José V. Guerra Awe

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