I Gave My Heart to the Moon

There it is, my heart printed on the surface of the moon,

secured in its lunar domicile, rescued from the heap

you abandoned it to.

The moon inhaled my grief from its stellar position

in a chamomile tea-time sky and invoked its

aroma into a heart that lay wounded and broken.

The moon peered down and saw all the finger-pointing

at my deserted heart and whispered to it, " make a note

of this," you are to reside among crystalline harmony

forevermore.

The moon was kind. In her humanity, she wept

eclipses of tears for my despair, in her luminous

flesh, she felt the pain as it ripped my spirit apart.

My fairytale love crumbled, the only sign of

its existence painted on a nursery wall among

puffy yellow ducks and pink daisies, running

down the border of February's coldness, a chill

so frigid, it encapsulated my essence, threatening

to remit it to an icicle death.

And the moon intervened, saying come to me,

savor the winds of divine bliss, live freehand

amidst moonbeams and opulent channels

of peace, where every soul perches on a star

and each heart can revive to love once more.

Kneeling next to my bleedng orb, I was mesmerized

by the plea the moon made to me.

She spoke to a god-watching sandman, compelling

him to sprinkle beguiling restoration into

my dying aura.

With a voice replete with sparkling intensity

she spoke, I listened and to her I gave my

heart willingly, gave it to her celestial

enchantment.

The moon became my life force, my blood,

the release from my earthly dejection.

So there, standing under midnight,

I relented, I liberated my heart, to

ascend to blueberry picking clouds,

where sleepers pass into fantasia

and I watched as eden pass into my

floating heart.

With both my feet planted on firm

terra cotta, I felt heaven with those

appendages as the moon accepted

my brow- beaten heart.

So there, imprinted on the moon

looms my heart, with the protection

of  Selene and the serenity of all

the goddess.

It knows no pain, it can't feel

 the frozen rain.

The moon watches over my heart

and I watch you try to reach

it once more!

marjorie joyce leslie

06/12/09