A Moon For One
By Mark G. Miller
Will you not speak to me?
I am so lovely
Poets mention me in every paean
I shine on every love affair
You are a beautiful man
I have placed a spell on you.
You are the light that makes me shine brighter
My Endymion …
may I call you mine?
Speak to me in a dream, then
Speak to me of clouds of metallic fairy folk
little manufactured, ensouled lovelies
glinting in the day’s eye
Speak to me of flowers that glow with purplitude
Of mariners adrift on the Sea of Love
onto which I shine every night
Be a metallic, ensouled fairy
Be a flower glowing
Be a mariner adrift on a sea shining with my light
Go back to the time before Maat spoke all truth
Was there such a time?
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I have been alone for so long
You were destined for me
You, this fairy mariner, adrift on dreams
dream of me, make me real
I am the soul of the night
I ask you to dream of me
so that my happiness is fulfilled
No, do not dream. Awaken!
But I fear if you wake you will flee
My happiness … I wanted you for mine
I wanted to shine my love into your mind and soul
My heart pulses with longing for you
Give me what no one else ever has, my Endymion
Are you bright enough, you glowing purple flower?
I am naked truth shining before the night world
I will withhold my light
I will shine for you alone
My light speaks of ancient times
It has shone through all the ages
and has anointed all loving couples
Now I will anoint you alone with my loving light
A Moon for one, you, my beloved Endymion
