Lunation

The silent image of a poetic light the 
crescent moon enhances the 
blackened night my eyes are bound to 
the beauty that I see the moon's 
magnetism - it beckons me pores of 
my mind rise and fall in lnation lost in 
a spell entranced in lunar fixation 
alters the rhythms and the tides of 
the oceans eclipsing hemispheres of 
my emotions moon enters in its new 
phase-governs both the nights and 
the days bathe in its heavenly rays - 
strange allure the one that I praise