Over the Moon

Over the Moon

Over yonder greenwood tree
A heart sick moon doth sit
Is the moon made of cheese?
Yea my darling, so 'tis.

Gurgling a guardedly ghostly song
Of gift horses disdained in the mouth
How they turned to Trojan horses
And via North  vanquished the entire
South.

Enjoy my sweet child enjoy
The brief moment of total support
Mostly love is just voyeur's joy
And every sailor's new call of port.

The sick moon is crying out its molten heart
What is the matter with it?
Can't you see, how in every patch fold and crease
Lies dispelled another gentle myth

Lie Soleil, and Selena
For you over the wall did fall
And not all your horses
Nor all your men
Could repair it at all....

Whoosh...away now! Loiter not,
sweet dreams thou boudoir goddess of bathetic blues
Green embedded maudlin moon
Kiss me never again so true.

Waver on lonely kindred moon
Thy tarnished night take off
in bat winged flight,
For the Splendid Sun, erases
Us too soon
Let Hard Light erase our
Basilisk night.

© Amrita Valan 2015