I just started writing this - today is the New Moon.
This is, I admit, sort of not as vague as it should be.
Nap Time (a New moon in Cancer ♋ Poem)
The blackened moor I wandered
Seeking a fabled monument
Raised in ancient times to learning, love, adventure, passion,
And legend. After a fashion,
I found what seemed to be it:
A hollow dome with little there
But a covering of burnt bushes, like crisp and crinkly hair.
My disappointed way meandered to a city square
I found textiles for sale, silken-furred like felines
One can't stop petting: Purple and gold, scarlet and peacock blue
They were, and of fascinating design, it's true,
But stoically unimpressed was I:
No matter how ornate the rug, I thought, that is how you lie.
Some day a girl will beckon you
Her lips ruby-hued, her hair of gold
Profile declaiming an ancient bloodline
Without a word she'll lead and you will follow
Across the moor and market, into a silent hollow
Somber, respectful, knowing your dislike, she will not flirt
But lovingly lead you into darkness, blankness, and the dirt.
