Wanting of Love, or a Prayer to the MoonA Poem by Carrie Manor
Ah, moonlight. Thine gentle, lingering charism.
How it drifts, and lingers upon the air.
How it enchants my eyes. Thy mesmeric rhythm.
What light incarcerates,
with the gleam of thy full, sacred visage.
All thine children, playfully linger around thou; there mother.
Ah, moonlight... My heart is forlorn!
The rhythmic bellows of air of thy husband, the Wind.
And as I gaze upon thy halo of pure, chastity white.
Ah, how for I pray for a love!
As I come onto knee for thee.
See how such there you mock me!
Ah, moonlight! Hath thy heart any pity?
As I take for prayer. See how’eth thy abandon me?
The goddess as thou ‘art, take wing and flight.
Amongst the clouds lay your mystic castle.
Where all things dark and mystique.
Fail not to forget, thereafter, and thy men and ladies drift.
Lay waist to the oceans of black,
and seas of deepest green.
To the desert, to drive pitiless heat.
To the mountains, your sacred evergreens.
Your favorite be the North. Of all the evergreens.
And rest yea there for ever, till months passes and thy forsaken head returns.
© 2011 Carrie Manor
Added on November 22, 2011
Last Updated on November 22, 2011
AboutBonjour! My name is Carrie Manor. Believe it or not but I’m eighteen years old. I’m not to particular fond of computers or the internet, but I enjoy this opportunity to share my writing a.. more..