Cries at the Moon

I fell asleep
To her cries
At the moon
She and she
In an intimate

I heard angels
Awake in her voice
Softly carrying
Her magic
Like wings
Sweetly nourishing
Her delicate song

Hush now
Though a presence
Is near
Light wants not
To embellish
A guard driven fear

Oh so benevolent
In airs gentle loom
Does ear sit
To our cries
At the moon

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of & - Tea Maker & Owner of - Hair & Music at