Lunation

The silent image of a poetic light the crescent moon enhances the blackened night my eyes are bound to the beauty that I see the moon's magnetism - it beckons me pores of my mind rise and fall in lnation lost in a spell entranced in lunar fixation alters the rhythms and the tides of the oceans eclipsing hemispheres of my emotions moon enters in its new phase-governs both the nights and the days bathe in its heavenly rays - strange allure the one that I praise