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.