Alchemist

The silent image of a poetic light
The crescent moon enhances the blackened night
My eyes are bound to the beauty that I see
The moon's magnetism, it beckons me

Pores in my mind rise and fall in lunation
Lost in a spell, entranced in lunar fixation
Alters the rhythms and the tides of the oceans
Eclipsing hemispheres of my emotions

Moon enters in its new phase
Governs both the nights and the days
Bathe in its heavenly rays
Strange allure, the one that I praise