October Moon! Your beauty delights, fogged
By clouds thinned-sacrifice, layer intrigued!
Each moment passing brings new phases, re-
Beat my heart of blue, I’m tired of fatigue…

Moon? You’ve played tricks with my eyes, introduced
Chaos’ effect, calmed and roiled and pled
Innocence, of fools. No, not fools, rules. Come,
Moon of reasoning, you are early-bled.

Never-mind, full moon, there are months to come,
Silly planet has curves no one has seen, but,
You. Your beams, sublimed by cloud-light, consume
Mortal flesh. Ah, let me guess, you will cut

The fullness of your light, slowly. How now
Do I live you, again? Violin-boughed?

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/5/06