The moon is but a pale reflection of the love in your heart.
he took her in the moonlight
her eyes sparkling silver bright
her hair black as the sable night
their caresses, hard kisses excite
desire ignited hot in their hearts
entwined bodies sexually inviting
moving with simultaneous delight
until at last their passion was spent
and they lay under the cold moonlight
for the cold light of the moon is love’s softly warm kiss of adieu
I love the moon too much to be afraid of the night.
now is the time for me to set myself to rights,
it’s time to stop bemoaning my evil plight,
come out of the dark shadows into the light,
moonlight is better than the blackest of nights,
and that’s where I’ve been, cowering in fright.
There is no point in waiting until tomorrow, there is no mileage in procrastination, and mañana isn’t even English. I need to take action this day.
There have been things in my life I have not understood, or have chosen not to understand, or have chosen to ignore ~ and these things are now coming out of the darkness of my deep subconscious into the light of my conscious awareness.
Recently it has all been a bit intense, and at times I’ve struggled through cognitive dissonance, not knowing who I am, or what I want from Life. But I have been shocked from complacency by both my friend and my Goddess. Today, I am blessed with a powerful and strange energy which has allowed me to make a brutally honest assessment of myself.
This intense, powerful, strange energy is allowing me to make changes within myself I have not previously had the power to achieve.
Yet, I know that any change I attempt to make from within my personality, my id, and my ego, should be for the greater good or it will never work. I have had far too much help to be selfish and make changes that will only benefit myself. But, as I improve mine own self, it will reflect in every aspect of my world and my life.
As I give to the world, so I shall receive in return.
As I walk from the darkness into the moonlight, my life and my world will change for the better. I have realised that to cower in fear in the darkness is to stray from the true warrior’s path. I thank my friend and my Goddess for that new awareness.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
goddess of the moonlight
shine your love down on me
make it kind, strong, and bright
be with me in wanderings by the sea
never leave me alone again in the night
do you feel my heart beating, am I dreaming?
these days I always use a Lumix
limned pale in indigo
by a celestial Michelangelo
drifting silent above the meadow
silvering ocean’s rhythmical tableau
casting atramentous moonlight shadow
witching hour marked by her ethereal glow
cerulean, violet, ultramarine, silver, heliotrope
and finally ~ black
words and pictures by jack collier
I love the danger of the night
stalking under bright moonlight
shining silver orb in obsidian graphite
casting shadows black as anthracite
waiting for calm release of dawn twilight
I suffer unrequited love’s self-destructive bite
words and pictures by jack collier
The Supermoon Lunar Eclispe is upon us. This Bloodmoon is the conclusion of a tetrad ~ a sequence of events which has happened just a few times in recorded history, and each one has concided with monentous events.
Magic, Sorcery, and Spirituality will be strong at this time ~ if you are lucky enough to have a wiccan caring for you, then stay close to her.
She will be energised at this time. She will keep you from all harms excepting her own. She will show you the path to light and enlightenment.
If you know a witch, sorceress, or enctantress, then do not let her get between you and the full moon. Never kiss a witch on the mouth in the moonlight.
I have it on very good authority, from a Goddess close to me, that this is not a good time to be a man. If you do not know a woman to be close to, then she suggests that you find one, preferably before the lunar eclipse, or else suffer the consequences.
I am told that Armageddon is not so far away.
Silver skeins of moonlight water
mysterious as a winter mirror
reflecting strange mystical spirit
darkest indigo ephemeral augury
echoes blue-black sky clouds
the colour of her silken hair
far distant sounds the rain
gentle as a virgin’s kiss
she left the imperfect gift
patient revenging sorceress savagery
adulteress treachery so fine in bliss
and every wrong was mine
model kate nilsson