Of the Moon

Hide in dark shadows
Of the moon.
Phases renewed,
Faces forgotten
Of the moon.

Dive into the valleys
Of its scalloped surface.
Swim in the seas
Of derelict dreams.
Those ones, niftily spun
By the woman who lives
In the moon.

Wax and wane,
Tune your rhythm
To the ebb and flow
Of the diabolical pull
Of the hungry moon.

Sing the songs,
Of loss and love,
Of lure and lust.
Songs with no words,
Songs of fading echoes,
Of amorphous, liminal halves
Cleaving to the moon.

Become, then,
A diurnal dirge
To the incandescence,
The gloaming glow,
Of the mercurial moon.