Poems by Nelferch Merchoed
The Triumph of the Moon
for G
I’m waiting here:
Midnight is near-
And yet, it is not dark.
I’m cloaked in moonlight,
And I wait.
I hear the whispering on the freezing grass.
I do not dare to breathe
Hearing Your footsteps coming close,
While the air’s filled with cries of geese returning.
I feel You close.
The moon becomes a boat tonight.
A word, a hieroglyph, a secret in plain sight.
Great waves of power wash
Onto the shore of my awakened soul.
I cross the purple sea, water and jet are mingled,
And in a hall of glass illuminated by bright lamps
We’re making love, all drunken by the wine of passion.
There are trinkets of white pearls upon my skin.
I drink the heavy mead You give to me,
Until a green-blue butterfly
Clings to my lips to feast on the sweet honey
Released by my deep joy.