Mooning away

Saddle up, my fine dream horse,
And take me a dancing tonight
The mood's  just right
The skeletal moon
screams white...
Take me back and faraway
to my unhurried unplugged
childhood days
My little girl world,
My mysterious island
Wherein I scrawled
My sweetest thoughts
In softest sand.

It's over and above
My frenzied eyes,
Tears streaming
I am watching a wisp
Of cloud clothe the
Nonchalant moon
And the winged shadow
Of a silent bird
Gliding like silk
Over the cryptic
tombs of Heaven.

The silence is dark and vast
The world is a dream yet to come
The moon shouts a single silver
Word, obscene or obscure,
Over and over again.

Take me back
Take me black
Into the night pitch.

Take me whole
Swallow me
Into the mystery.

Not a woman tonight, no
Clever girl no longer,
A simple homely waif
Am I.
Beloved of the elves.

And I want to rest
In my encrusted crypt.
The words are insufficient
Too crisp.
Too fresh.
While my insomniac thoughts fly
Erratic cryptic
Into complicit winds
Of change.

Never Mind.
I am not going to
Endure this polygamous state
This Duality of minds,
This betrayal is
Too beautiful to enact.

Never Mind.
I will put out on display
My trivial baubles
My brassy barnacles,
Withdrawing my distress.

No mind
No dream.
No address.

I live in Neverland.
On the cusp
Of moon song days.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016