LAND, SKY AND THE RED MOON

Land went asleep, her hills and valleys lit 

by early twilight moon. Her misty breath
rose with owl’s call into the shape of clouds

that raised Sky’s passion growing by the minute. 

Did he cry out and sigh when falling hard

and heavily onto her naked hills? He moaned

when entering her seas, with lover’s skill
he touched her cities, stroked her moonlit backyards. 

With gentleness he covered all her shapes
hiding them with his precious coat of stars.
Deeply they slept, two lovers there abreast,
yet Land dreamt haunting dreams of lust and rapes. 

Soon Land stretched out writhing in agony, 

her valleys bent in pain, contracting rivers

swelled into pallid seas, her silent tears 

brought down the sky onto his heavenly knee. 

From the horizon Sky plucked the red moon 

to lend a midwife’s hand by raising Hope. 

The moon on his ascent wiped blood away, 

on his descent brought Land and Sky in tune.