Poesía

To The Moon Of Love

The silken threads of moon through the night air,

With love dripping from your sight like luminous sounds

Of sweet touching softness, the air warm as the moon

Spins in its ecstatic trance, and your beauty is sacred

As halos of dream, spilling the bewitched night upon our eyes,

Soft in our love and worship of shimmering Venus,

Dazzling inner lights of the celestial heights,

ln the wondrous garden of Aphrodite in her night,

The trees sound in their rapturous whisper.