THE WITCH

A poem about the moon and me

The moon,the moon,the moon;
I saw you tonight
Not shrouded in silver,
cold silver,
beautiful silver,
distant silver,
but yellow or was it orange,
It seemed you'd left your silk and velvets behind
and your skin glowed naked,
you skin glowed and
emitted waves that warmed my soul

I've been awestruck by you before,
but i loved you today,
for you seemed reachable.
In the early hours of morning
when the hills stand like dark giant guards
against a dewy sky
one look at you
lifts me to a surreal world.
Your milky light
oozes through the cracks in me
and makes my soul whole again.

Be there
when I need you, I know that i will
Be there
and I promise
I'd always be faithful
A smile I'd reserve for you
and even in my darkest hour
I won't shut my eyes to your healing presence.