oh Luna, in my heart at night

…oh Luna in my heart at night

i hear your face is sometimes small

and round sometimes large and cloudy

and sometimeswith a smile and bright

sometimes you change your colors

with the makeup on your face

you go sometimes without it

and then you dress up in

orange-yellow in the dusk of night

there have been songs i’ve heard

written for you and about you, some

melancholy though many are of love,

when two walk hand in hand on grassy

knolls and watch you smile at them

i’ve read, in brail, poems written of you

by Shakespeare, Keats and Shelley, of how 

you make ebb and rise the ocean’s tides,

how you touch the mountain tops by day

and light the sky, at night your beams kiss

the sea and silhouette flights of osprey

i wish that maybe just once i could see the

beauty you bestow upon those eyes that can

see, your breathtaking reflection you mirror

upon the beds of Sea

in my next journey, i need no longer imagine

but actually see you kissing the Universe’s sea

and in that light what mundane heart is left in me,

love poems and songs written, will set me free

marellano

wherefore are thee, love

Love is a vagabond

it is transient and a drifter

may be present one moment

then journeys elsewhere

but always present somewhere

the bounds of its presence

can be intense and blinding

but by its absence, so too,

can it be scathingly brutal

in Life, Love must be present

if not, Life will not thrive for in 

the absence of Love, its warmth

and nurturing, it's giving and sharing,   

it is the nutriment of Life

sometimes Love is seen from afar,

can be heard, its scent smelled but may

not be felt because of its distant vicinity,

too far from the reaches of the heart

and not accessible to its embrace

Love need not have words, unlike

hate which must be learned, Love’s

essence is of universal vibrations

that is manifest in the sunflower that

raises its petals to feel the morning Sun,

the river flowing into the arms of the sea,

the rain when it bathes the Earth, the Tree

then wanting to grow like the Mountain

that kisses the sky and the Wolf when it

howls at the Moon, the Eagle’s screech

whilst soaring in the face of the Sun

all this is of Love without words