The mystical allure of moon
enchants midnight gazes,
Cradled in night’s cocoon
indulged in ardor’s grace;
She lures with nightingale’s croon
re-uniting lovers in pain,
Symbolising hope she grants boons
adorned in imperfect stain.
Luminescent spirit sparking lagoon
she carves path pitched dark,
Her magic drawn in rune
soothes souls in healing spark.
At her sight we swoon
glorified in ballads ancient,
At new-moon we seek her soon
in despair whilst she’s absent;
To the sun she’s attuned
changing sides from sphere to crescent,
A part of the cosmic triune
she’s mysterious in perpetual lucent.
Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt– Mystical.
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