Felines Under the Wolf Moon

 

Oh blistering Ancient Moon

  Divorced mystery 

    Seemingly never to be understood. 

The veil, a sheath 

   o' rays 

Bathed, 

  and bathing 

     While my felines frolic 

 Upon your Witching Hour; 

  I too, 

Stirring the mood, 

  Pulling the blinds 

So they can moon bathe

    and play. 

It is a bit of a silvery light. 

  An eminent wheel of spokes in the sky.

It does not look ancient at all. 

It does not look a day old. 

  But there is a magic to it. 

            Unearthed. 

               Surreal. 

Ominous almost 

   if you gaze too long. 

    

It is nothing earthly. 

It is the essence of Pure Mystery....

Perhaps a mystery, 

  ...I might unfold. 

Is any cosmic quest too great? 

  Has man solved this mystery yet, I wonder? 

and isn't that actually a lot like love? 

Or any other intangible mystery we try to understand with our mind? 

Our Great Mystery. 

  She lays in the sky.

I howled to Her 

  Under a surrendering bath 

At a cave's waterfall edge 

  Imprismed in the mist 

A rainbow well came from above. 

Anointed, 

  I no longer point the way. 

Vast & Vesseled...

  Loved and gleaming...

Praying and creating

There is nothing like honoring 

  You, Ancient One, 

    By honoring us. 

For in the feline, as in the female. 

  And our cycles have long...

  Been One.