Sonnet #2 – “Moon Day”
I let the moonbeams be my guide.
I look into the night for you.
I must go down to see your eyes
But somehow keep on passing through.
The earth I roll around my lips.
There seems to be some kind of fire.
It’s coming from your dancing hips.
Sweet music frees the ancient lyre.
The oak trees’ branches grow in threes.
But somehow only one path is made.
Come here, my sweet, my flor-de-lis
And guide me down their magic lake.
I rise when splendor greets the Sun.
My Vita Nova has begun.