Woman
These creatures of the moon
in such delicious swoon
the sun in me not the only boon
to these creatures of the moon
Daily death, a must for the sun,
to be kept and nourished
in the pregnancy of the moon
It is her gracious reflection
that sees him through the night
Sun, the source of all known creation,
is but born in the coolness of the moon
The Creator placed such trust
in this unreasonable madness of the moon
Bestowed the womb to bear
and the feeding breast
May she flower and bloom too soon;
only then can there be worthwhile harvest
When the world knows the nourishment
of this womb,
in celebration will exist
these creatures of the moon
Love & Grace