The Woman in the Moon..

The Woman in the Moon...

I am slightly out of the circle,

yet hold two poles together

I always take a neutral stance

I've searched the world for meaning

and rode on a bicycle in

the Tour De France

On pure, clear nights, I watch
true love bloom at water's edge
as men stoop to one knee

I fill souls with romance

I am the woman in the moon

watching my own shadow dance

Making my rounds, I pull tides 

and pour moonlight on the sea

I show off my radiance

I am mainly in a state of flux
Concerned about my privacy,
I take breaks to reflect

I observe crucial world events

Buttermilk tears in vanilla eyes
I see such suffering and pain

I hope for peace, but in vain

Tides and calendars I chronicle,

my moods are illogical

Follow me as I wax and wane

I steal across curves of the earth

My role and face change frequently 

I am a prop for owls and bats,

you see,
and frequent listener to lullabies

Find me in Tarot Cards and art
I love pussycats and sunrise

I scowl at storms who keep me

from sending inspiring quotes

to Yeats, Gibran, and Anin

I breathe Lennon songs across 

a celestial terrain,
encourage spirits pioneering



I cast moonbeams in subtle ways,

I blend with any crowd

Of dreams I am a weaver,

sailors sing Amore' out loud
I invite believers
I grab stars and rearrange them,

 put them back again

People in Miami boast of my eggs

I eat grapes, rye bread and cheese

Wine causes me to blush

the shade of an orange martini

Cows jump over me

I've seen the birth of a hermit thrush

Before I slip beyond the horizon

or disappear in wisps of blackberry smoke,

I kiss all the children goodnight

Proud of the guidance I provide,
I am the woman in the moon,

Lucky lady, shining bright



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