Posts tagged “Moon

The Magic of Moonlight


I miss the soft siren call

of the slinky moonlight,

the velvety voice of the moon

as she beckons to me

in the middle of the night

with her hypnotic magic

wielded in the wee hours.

I miss her enticing ways

calling forth

the howling of coyotes

echoing over the hills.

I miss the shadows

of the moonlight

as she luminates

the dark and empty road

and leaves behind a trail of shadows.

Cooped up in the city

nothing calls to me at 3AM

save little lights on

in the cubby holes

of the apartment house

across the street.

No slinky siren song sings

nor misty magic.

No coyotes howling here,

just the loud voices of drunks

stumbling home

in the harsh glare of streetlights.

“In the Hebrides of Scotland, it was common practice well into the nineteenth century for men to take off their caps to greet the morning sun and for women to bend their knee in reverence to the moon at night.  These were the lights of God.  They moved in an ancient harmony that spoke of the relationship of all things.  And they witnessed also to the eternal rhythm between the masculine energies and the feminine energies that commingle deep in the body of the universe.  The Celts were familiar also with the practice of being guided by the creatures.  The birds of the air, the fish of the sea, the animals of the earth had not lost their senses.  They were viewed as still being alive to the deepest rhythms of  creation and to the interrelationship between all things.”  (“Christ of the Celts” by J. Philip Newell)




The hush

of  predawn

in which

the moon




into the black hole

of the tail end

of night


A similar moment

years ago

 in my arms

as she struggled to breathe

already half the battle


 one prick of the needle

 instantly limp

a hushed end

to a soulmate

our baby


Why can’t we


go this way

as softly as

a moon setting

in the whisper

of predawn

of a new day?

Starlight, Starbright

Starlight through the skylight
Moonlight just above the roof
Fireflies flickering flames
Random to our eyes
In a dizzying mercurial display
Flitting to the tune
Of trilling frogs
And the flutter of batwings
I see goblins in the windows
Alone would be terrified
With you here beatified
By the beauty of the silence
Punctuated by the frogs
Spotlighted by the moon
And the sparkling stars
Whose dust makes up
These rented bodies we carry
While inside heartbeats
Tick away our lives
To the beat of a flashing firefly
Or a flickering star.

The Vibrations of Life


Pulsating life

flows through

tree branches


to the song

of a red-winged blackbird

singing to the moon

as a cloud

stands by

in the approach

of twilight

Full Moon Blues

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Lunacy prevails

The foundations of daily life are crumbling

It is all “Maya”

a dream we are living thinking it is reality

We have no choice but to go on

All that matters is love

and God is Love.

La Bella Luna


Dedicated to my brother and his favorite, and now my favorite, musician, Cat Stevens/Jusuf, and his song “Moonshadow,” a gift to me from my brother after he passed.  The song meant so much to him, and now, with him, to me.


Moonrise Filigree

Moonrise through Filigree Trees

All limited edition original photographs available in different sizes and

Mood Photographs

No. 5 Homage to Rothko

No. 4 Soul Gathering

No. 3 “Moonshadow” no. 2

(Photograph after Cat Stevens/Yusuf)

No. 2 The Rush of Feeling

No. 1 “Moonshadow” (Photograph after Cat Stevens/Jusuf)

All limited edition original photographs available in different sizes and formats.