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Christmas Moon, Queen of Heaven At 11.11pm, 25th December, 2015.

Updated: Jun 15, 2022

Silver Ball,

Sparkling illuminant

Light my black heart,

with songs so nascent,

Sing me a song,

of ancient ocean tides,

rising and falling ,

with waters of the Self,

The water turned to blood

ebbing and flowing

through my veins, my body,

pulsating alive.

Wondrous being with face of craters,

pitted and gnarled.

Christmas Moon at 11.11pm this year,

rise on high in a glorious ceremony.

Transfixed on your splendour,

Above our tiny home,

I kneel in awe,

as you wash over me.

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