The Magician in the Harvest Moon

The harvest moon ascends
waning above ghostly fields full of harvest
Climbs onto the black velvet bridge
that arches between where her lover has gone
And where he shall rise again
The harvest Moon ascends . . .

The Magician sets aside his hat
his coat and his vest
Takes off his gloves . . .
The ebon night flows
Delicate
sable silk
Through his fingers
The Magician sits as the Moon ascends . . .

The harvest Moon grows full and ripe
waning above ghostly fields full of harvest
Arches her back . . .just slightly
Paints herself with tiny silver flecks
Liquid
luminescent diamond shards in the satin jet above the world
Revealing . . . what”

The Magician cups his hands
and appears to gather her golden rays
Lifts her to his lips . . .
The ebon night flows
Delicate
sable silk
Down his throat
The Magician drinks as the Moon ascends . . .

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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