Birthing The Moon

Birth, precipitation of a warm soul into a cool realm of a beautiful dawn 

The intimate cocoon of the womb where it weaves a warmth that's divine

It pours out in the milk drops from its mother's bosom

And envelopes in her warm embrace, cuddling 

And then crawls away as the chill of this dawn weather...

Leaving the warm soul with a warmth that builds a sweaty strife

Turning uncomfortable like the noon sun

Making it look for relief, that seems far over the horizon 

Waiting under some mirage of velvety sheets of darkness

The warm soul descends into the darkness for relief

Only to find that the darkness consumes its brightness

Pushing it into the realm of another dawn to weave the threads of warmth all over again

But the moon saves the soul's labour of love

Absorbing its light while dissipating the warmth in compassion 

Shining through the darkness that consumes them both

Looking at the wisdom full moon brings solace to the soul

As it feels proud of the moon's skill

To uphold the elixir of immortal light in a cold and dark realm