Luna

A poem based on the dream of a friend, October 2009.

I.

The man in the moon came down to me
In a silent silver night;
He whispered wisdom in my ear,
'What you seek you will find here,'
In the garden by the love-tree,
Wrapped in pearly light.

II.

The dawn crept faintly over hills,
It kissed the leaves with red;
Staring at a pallid sky,
Laying in the stillness I,
In the garden by the love-tree,
Doubted what he'd said.

III.

The day, magnificently clothed,
The sun as garment wore;
Softly drooped a leaf and fell
Into my lap, a crimson shell;
In the garden by the love-tree
I slept a fitful spell.

IV.

When with the starlight I awoke
The garden was aglow;
Roseate the shadows danced
And I unto the heavens glanced,
In the garden by the love-tree
My very soul entranced.

V.

The moon had lost its tenant old,
But it his place it came -
Luminescent, perfect, round,
Spilling glory on the ground;
In the garden by the love-tree
Amor perennis found.

Defiance

It is autumn outside my window,
But in here, it is spring.
Painfully buds push their way through the crust
And gasp, shocked at the wide open space,
The air full of longing
And the scent of rain.

Beneath my chest is drumming,
Insistent, threatening a break-out
In defiance of the slowing pace of nature,
As the trees shed their defences
And prepare for silent hibernation.

Cotton-wool-clad sprouts are my thoughts,
Cosseted against the coming cold -
In here, my nursery defies the law of seasons,
Pushing forth anxious, ambitious,
Premature children, clad in the hope
Only worn by spring.