Waxing (Poetic?)

On your full moon night:

I marvel at how

You entrance

Blemishless, distant,

I think.

Yet, I know, fact says different.

I'd rather be poetic-

For nothing else can I be

When you adorn in 

Simple gold.

Tonight, I shall enslave

Myself, in you. 

You make me think in clichés 

In much-used, oft forgotten similes

All revived, when you finally come

Into your own

Every twenty-eight days

That's an interesting number

Woman-wise.

Veiled in references of a vulnerability-

Veiled in- and from.

Beauty that must be hidden;

Smothered.

But can never be held back,

So you tell me

As you climb, in your

Slow orbit.

Only, today we are in orbit-

Awed by your magnificence.

And so, you out-climb

Out-shine those grey wisps

That would confine.

For how do they know-

From you, off you, shines

That brightness - which,

No matter how they try-

They never shall steal.

Not tonight.

And, as brighter yet

You pour your light-

Lighter yet, my heart is...

Pushing aside 

Clinging cobwebs

Of an oppressed, submissive me.

Shine on, dear heart-

And so shall I.

This night. 

19 September, 2013

When the full moon shone, on 19th Sept, 2013, dispelling those grey grey clouds; and I could not help but wax eloquent :)

Photographs credit: Moi! :lol: