Sunday, 1 July 2012

Full Beam

It is that time
The moon's beauty grows
Her radiance pours upon us
Her body full
Her powers pull
Body and mind become confused 
The heart aches 
The inner revulsion
Shines at its fullest
It cannot, will not be ignored 
Like the swelling celestial mass
Inner feelings glare at their brightest
On full beam
Not to be missed
The night sky crystal clear
No clouds to obscure
No clouds could