A poem about the pull of the moon on a human soul

Beseech me to grand opal views, oh blessed moon
and take me to that place where pearling light
resplendent of the sea, adorns my life's festoon
With just one shake of ray from you, my sight
will be as clear and peaceful as a gliding loon;
Draw me to you, "Oh Mother Goddess of light"
for when it comes to praising you inside this silent room
bathed in the hour of evening dusk, within my quiet
I drink you in like opium smoke one puff and gone so soon
behind the curtains of these tired eyes, an ancient spoon
Spilled and poured like silver across the ocean blue
I breathe the breath of you as if you were the sun
for mirrored in my heart you scissor all on Holy cue
within the sacred womb of my female Deity
the fertile embrace of love and all its passion spew
Beseech me to your silica I am your precious stone
sitting by the river rolling soft against the shore
some people are made of flesh and bone
while others annihilate inside your radiant more
take me to your beauty, then raise me off the floor.