Sacred Moon’s Light
Full moon ascending... horizon’s dark spice,
spring breeze is stirring
and shifting the blinds.
The motion of airflow… dances ‘cross skin,
rekindles a fire
that once lived within.
As dusk blurs to nightfall… in a stark raven’s sky,
redemption’s discovered… with the sacred moon’s light.
A candle is burning… incense adrift,
an azure flame dancing
by the wind’s subtle shift.
A life of confusion… of doubt and of pain,
begins to dissolve
on the nocturnal plane.
The depth of the moment… is captured in flight,
an owl’s pass is shadowed… by the sacred moon’s light.
The essence of silver… alight with its spark,
feeling renewal
in the wisp of the dark.
The air moves with purpose… alive yet unseen,
driving out demons
by the force of Between.
A night-hawk perched proudly… silhouette in the night,
the royalty of freedom… in the sacred moon’s light.
--Stone Bryson
Seen this poem on the Coast To Coast AM website NOT my own poem just something I liked.