Sighing Moon

Sighing moon rises cradled
in the indigo arms of the Night.

A pointelle lace shawl of stars is thrown
over the deepest cold shoulders of the Night.

Sighing moon rests in the angled
cradle of the Night’s elbow.

Sighing moon carries his lover’s flute
to play his haunting tunes.

He puts the flute to his languid lips
pressing this golden bamboo scepter of sound

To play the tune of love
to his lover Night.

The shawl slowly winds about the bowl of sky
earth turning below.

Moonlight tracing its path marked through the years
over stratified rock of eons passed.

Moon gliding arch to arch,
touches canyons wending and river’s bend.

Flute sound soughing in a swirling trail while
Sighing Moon slips beyond the hills to tarry further with his love.

copyright Louise Chambers 2003