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.