The full Moon undresses me –
stepping into her light though dropping off the edge of the cliff
into
a luminous grotto,
I fall out of my pink flesh velvet realm and slip into a grey scale gown;
Revolving in circles among the posidonia and the milfoils, propelling deeper
into
the water cosmos of the unknown, waltzing with the dolphins;
meanwhile…
Atop,
the waves are breaking
against
the rocky backdrop, seagulls dropping down in an existential skreigh,
hunting for the silvery flesh
of washed up fish, to regale and satisfy the rage of their hunger on;
the sky beasts praying
on the mermaids sleeping in the nests weaved of the water’s silky branches, blankets of sapphire spread to tuck in the hidden pearls and gems
beneath them;
The sacred contemplating eye
of Grandmother Moon,
observing the the mystery unraveling
in the Nightwalker’s dancing prayer
as he descends from the sky
leaving stardust trails behind;
Down the trail,
sails a vessel of solid oak
enchanted with the spell of oath, champagne gold bubbles foaming below the ribcage of the ship as she slices the silky waves in two
separating
the past from
the future;
The singing of the sailors travels
and narrows to a subtle hum settling
in the underwater realm as a hymn
to the oneness of existence,
a beacon of wisdom within
the miles of dark silent abyss.
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