Rising Moon Poem by Alan Strand

The heart is a strange thing really
For it is the seat of the soul,
That which makes us
Full of love, rich in emotion,
And so alive.
It pumps life into us
Yet it is capable of
Cloistering the seeds of hope
Against the rallying cries
From the rational brain-
And we agonize in paralytic pain.

For a romantic like myself,
The heart is a reservoir
Off pure passion.
My deepest feelings
Await a release
Of cathartic outpourings
To the special one
Whose heart beats
In eerie synchronicity,
Attracted to and attached by
An invisible bond,
Like the moon is to Mother Earth,
And surely as the tides ebb and wane
In sensitive and total respect,
My heart throbs with yours.

I eagerly await
The healing that is yet to come
For I am numb from my loss and great failing.
But the wailing and weeping
That arise like winter storms
Die quiet deaths.

The waters will once again
Calm and reflect
The brightness and sharpness
Of the exotic crescent moon,
And a billion pale but twinkling stars
Some of which are dead
Before they impinge
On the ocean’s galactic mirror.

This manifest beauty
Draws my head up in awe
As I ponder the unfathomable
And I mull the mysteries of the universe
As I gaze deeply into, and even past
The beginning of time.

I feel my own heart beat
As you can yours.
Listen.
Do they beat as one,
Like twin stars
Dancing eternally
Somewhere in the vast blackness
Of the silent and mind boggling cosmos?

Do your eyes mirror
This playful and ever so hopeful
Deep space luminescence?

Will your sweet warm kiss
With exquisite lips
Seal my fate
And lead me into
The impassioned Netherworld
Tethered only by
The kindred spirit of our twinned hearts?

And what of the close embrace
That places our hearts
In such pulsating proximity?
Do they race to that unique place
In emotional pools
Where orgasmic rushes
And sex-fuelled skin flushes
Drown in an ocean of pleasure
Immeasurable treasures all
Wet with passionate excitement?

Will our finger’s lightest touches
Be electric
And selectively
Turn on the primal love machine
That screams for release
From its dormancy?
And what of all the skins’ delights

Of breasts and napes of neck
That nurture and nibble
Our sexual anima
And all the other pleasure parts
That yearn and crave attention?

Will we melt
As a quivering heap
Steeped in love’s juices
And fall asleep deeply
Into that post-coital abyss,
Spooning and riding each other
On that magic carpet ride of love
Like inseparable love twins?

Will our spirits whirl
Into the deep dark cosmos
Just to watch the moon
Circle the blue planet
On which we sleep,
Two tiny specks of humanity,
Locked in solemn naked contentment?

My consciousness moves me
To seek you my love-
Who ever you are
And where ever you may be.
I put my trust once again
In Fate’s fancy hand
As she expertly guides me
Through time and space
And millions of emotions
All which pass through me
Like cosmic dust.

My mind and heart
Are a dream catcher,
I filter the good and positive experiences in life
And cradle them in my heart
While banishing the evil
To the darkest recesses
Of the universe.

I am learning to embrace myself
To stave off the loneliness
That gnaws at my soul
And I long for the day
That we can unite
To view the golden sunset
As it warmly sinks
Into placid waters
That reflect
The indiscernible but unstoppable
Rising of the full moon.

(Written on the ferry to Victoria,2000/10/13.)