Rite of the Moon
Rite of the Moon
I don’t need another…
Leave it be
The eyes are empty
It’s cool
One more kiss of surrender
Cigarettes stain the fingers, pages, and words
Destroy it all
Color the world with vibrant hues, then mar its existence as a sacrifice
The light flickers with mockery
The soft hum of life assures that there are no comforts here, only old age
I’m dusty (I wear old age well – it suits me)
Wrinkled and worn
Thick coursing veins
Time; it’s incessant
I seek comfort and council from nature
The warm wood breathes
Rejoice…
Breathe with it…
The façade is only marred by time and stained with madness
Look further in
The heartbeat still intuitively murmurs
Begging
Aching
The tongue and cheek choking back the failed utterance
Feel the hum of the universe ever resonating in the bones
Close your eyes
Listen to the sound of silence
Awake
Is this just a dream?
Soak in the soft glow of being
There are no restrictions here - Before you is a blank canvas
The point of my own pen exploding into volumes, forms, and substance
Chaos and Madness reside there
It’s a distraction
Vocal, piercing, and painful
It’s repetitive
Feel the cool grass
Feel the soft breeze; it’s thick with the scent of honey and milk
Bathe in the Moon’s pallid flush
There is magic in her shine –it’s mad and desirous
Seek to know her mystery and fortune
Ever waxing, she intoxicates
Ever waning, she seduces
Pressing my naked body to the Earth I have found a sense of belonging
Earth’s soft clay grips and pulls me like a lover
Reunite with her - she has been seeded with knowledge
Replenish
Nourish the body and mind
Accept the change which is ushered in on soft gales
They carry me off like a grain of sand dancing madly on the winds of time, blowing me out to sea; there where the ocean’s waves kiss and caress Earth’s smooth curvy body
The ebb and flow of the tide is cleansing
Let the storm clouds burst; I am saturated by their rain
Like tears, the rain washes away the ghosts which reside in memory; each drop more calming and more soothing
The Moon silently watches as I sacrifice myself on Earth’s altar of despair only to be born again amidst the stars (the heavens invite and welcome me)
The Moon winks and smiles
She welcomes me home…
C. William Carroll