More than this, it has birthed a few verses which I will hesitate no further to share:
Moonchild
a perfect orb
smiles upon
earth
as birth
anniversary
completes
six squares.
In two
toned radiance
she depicts
dreams
of flitting
images across
her surface,
of smiles
and proud pats
on my back;
three dozen
strong.
Quivering
with life-filled
radiations
from yonder,
her energy throbs
touch me through
picture perfect
cracks
between coconut
palms.
Each breath
I take this new year,
a nibble of her pulse.
each volition
cast in life’s ocean as
I brave another
epoch,
assured a rewarding catch
her halo, abundance.
This full
moon, I erupt in
three dozen
decibels of rejoicing.
my steps on
this breaking day
are
multiples of three and six.
the perfect
number for this
moonchild;
maid in full bloom.