Spectral Moon

Feminine, mysterious - constant change

I find strange; quite curious.

Oh spectral moon, why haunt me thus?

Nighttime sky is your domain - come what may,

day by day, you wax and wane;

your monthly cycle's quite insane.

Like the ocean’s ebb and flow - empty, full,

pushing, pulling, to and fro;

so do my lover’s passions go.

Moon, you’ll stay unknown, I guess - pale and cold,

truth be told, I must confess,

I understand my lover less.

© 2017 - dustygrein

** The englyn penfyr has become one of my favorite poetic forms now. I hope you enjoy it's off-balance rhymes and unique syllabic flow.