Drawing Down the Moon

Gazing at the night sky

a gentle friend smiles back.

Coyly she darts behind a

cloud to veil her nakedness.

Singing her praises;

Inviting her to me;

Drawing down the moon.

She peeks from behind the

cloud and reveals her full glory.

Moon opens her arms and

tosses bright beams to

my waiting soul, received

as eagerly as a lover’s kiss.

Strengthening, cleansing, purifying

Renewing my feminine core

with her silvery glow.

Linking this to Poetry Picnics Week 16 and Gooseberry Garden.