Moonshine Mystery
Is there a silver moonstone for me
At the edge of the violet mystery?
Is there a tall mahogany tree for me
At the virgin forest’s boundary?
Is there a magic mantra for me
In the weird whispering breeze?
My gleaming surreal silhouette
Swims across the sodden gloam
My limpid besotted eyes
Rain blood-red lunatic dreams.
My smouldering lips kiss
Wild moonshine mead.
My savage toes bite tangled
Roots in euphoric greed.
Steeped in a glazed séance
My moon-rapt essence
Dissolves,
Cascades,
To capture
The eerie
Penumbra
Of elusive
Cyclical
Samsara.