INVOCATION

The Melencholy Moon
illuminates a face I know,
chin up-tilted to the stars
mouth whispering a name.

No one hears the lovers cry
Cradled in the nested soul
There are no words of native tounge
This longing now can voice....

....only guttural utterance.
A peircing flame of sworded thoughts..
Heated by desire.

....Oh! Internal badge of yearning
pinned upon my soul!
Groaning from the craving heart
Washed in wishes.......... clean.

The search for words is vanity...

So let the name I whisper forth,
Be carried to the moon...
and light my lovers path to me
O'er agonizing distance!...

Now Beams of softness,
Shadows search...,
Find this wordless bridge to life...

Spirit Scream! Across the night!
and Overtake the miles!
I invoke you to my side!