Lunation - Alchemist

The silent image of a poetic light the

crescent moon enhances the

blackened night my eyes are bound to the beauty that I see the moon’s

magnetism — it beckons me pores of my mind rise and fall in lnation lost in a spell entranced in lunar fixation

alters the rhythms and the tides of the oceans eclipsing hemispheres of my emotions moon enters in its new

phase-governs both the nights and

the days bathe in its heavenly rays —

strange allure the one that I praise