Lunation

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 in my mind rise and fall in lunation



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