Moonlit Child

Moonlit Child


Oh, Moonlit child,
of peaceful reticence,
who whispers of reflections ...

You came,
Silverine and demure,
all peace and stillness.
A shaft of gentle hue,
soft lapped and dappled,
alight in silver and blue,
an echo in the cosseted spaces
of these dark and hallowed places.

A moon shone upon a Well
never, never to tell.
This soulful stare,
locked in bliss,
not a ripple,
nor a remnant of remiss.
Breathless,
these minds that mingle,
linger across those silent waters,
encircling the corners.
This ring around a Well,
our halo of contentment,
concealed within,
meant more,
than any shoddy flotsam,
washed upon some daylit shore.

oh, moonlit child
of peaceful reticence,
who whispers of reflections,
reflected in these reflections,
on reflections, of reflections,
mirrored in your eyes ...

inside.
each finger tipped and touched,
licked and sucked,
tremble with pure delight.
softly lapping,
upon these deep retentive waters,
hopes dappled in moonlight.
lips, full and parted,
tremulously hearted,
warm and moist,
slip between the shafts
of shadow and light.
yet, lover ...
light of my heart,
this Nightingales song,
longs for the rapture of the Lark,
as the moon sings of the dawn,
not the dark.

Oh, Moonlit child
of peaceful reticence,
who whispers of reflections,
reflected in these reflections,
on reflections, of reflections,
mirrored in our eyes,
the soulful stare,
of captured lovers sighs ...


© Richard Michael Parker 2009