Waning Gibbous

She slips over the east horizon
Like a lover slipping into bed,
Bringing a tantalizing radiance
And an alluring mystery

Into your universe.
Wisps of clouds cover
So little of her beauty
As to be almost obscene.

Even as she fills your night,
Her gold turns to ivory,
Even as a woman can be
Close and yet cool.

She is just a sliver shy
Of the fullness you both long for.
As though the eons have taken
Their toll. Yet you know

Her magnificent power:
The call and response
Communion with the waves, the feminine
Rhythm that fills you,

And your heart beats
With the most primal drumming,
In the elemental connectedness
That is at once all-

Consuming, and yet feels
A poor, pale tribute to her
Magic and her constancy.
A communion none-the-less

That transfixes you,
Holds you in her thrall 
For a timeless moment,
An eternity...

-- 06/17/2011