Looked at Luna many times,
Two from one and one from two;
Urgent desire self satisfied in rhymes
That could not have less of me and you.
One gives and One takes away;
Two begin and One never ends;
Two in One have nothing more to say;
One from One t'ward nothing bends
The light and the mirror darkness foil
With light from behind and before,
Leaving the surface of the Sun's own moil,
For dark friends only One adore.
Love could be as simple as the path of the moon;
Be from the mouth of the trine the words to the tune.
Rio's Sonnet
Loneliness when I know there is someone else
Dares drown this visioin in the pleasure of not finding,
Or the pain I know so well when all is else
Betwixt two wills to one another binding;
To me, I know death's second self when day is gone,
Twin ray reflected back to me, the darkness visible;
So it seems that I have lived this life for me alone,
Or me and you one planet rife divisible.
For if all in each is who you are
Then I, alone, am in your eye;
What's light what's dark in what dread star
Perpetual twilight yours and my.
If moon on me is all I see,
For you this serpent powers me.
Rio's Sonnet
The Woman attracts Beauty to Her;
The Child and the Mother are One;
The Creator must die to create her;
The Pain in the Ground is the Sun.
Name any Name to navigate
The voice that is calling you home
With the Dead that you, alone, create
In the world without you in the womb.
Not so soon, Little One, not so soon;
The Cat ran away with the Cradle, my Love
Over Egyptian moon, my Love
In the Woman below and above.
Name any voice that you call up the dead;
Please, Little One, take my Love down to Thy river bed.
Rio's Sonnet
One divides the labour from the love
In Christmas blood midway below and above
In what world we have our living and our life,
Or only Faeries ever meet their Maker
In blue orb's imaginary wife,
Or river spinning round ol' Canis Major;
A city in the clouds spun out of time,
That momentary mother, friend and foe
Impresses me so varied makes her clime
With angels of the light no place to go;
This motion t'ward that end I pray,
That makes its home, Enchantment, in the land
Where'pon Queen Mab's own bed we lay
And place the cosmic wheel in me her hand.