What is it about the moon
that calls me to Love
as she slides under a sea
of dark clouds?
Last night I gazed
into a deep midnight sky.
Someone I love
floated by on wings
made of air that
shrouded her pale face…
Moon honors both love and grief
in equal measure
without judgment.
Grave colors –
crimson, white, to black.
Is it any wonder
I feel her luminous presence
as a loving force
that binds me to others
living or dead?
Moon is an embodiment –
Lovers’ prayers incarnate in
translucent white light.
(Meet Mago Contributor) Sara Wright.