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