Moonbeam My Beloved
Does my Beloved wear unburdened light
with balms of healing in her velvet hands?
She sings aloud and lightning strikes the night,
rejuvenating life into the lands.
Does my Beloved fear the tainted veil
with wings of colored cosmos in a shawl?
She flings upon the canvas of her sail
the constellations—nebulae and all.
I wait for my Beloved to arise,
and from the depths of dreams she will ascend.
A phosphorescent splinter splits the skies
when my Beloved clings to me again.
I do, for my Beloved, love the night,
for there I see her dance in dazzling light.
Song of Solomon 8:6-7
Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death; ardent love is as unrelenting as Sheol. Love’s flames are fiery flames– the fiercest of all. Mighty waters cannot extinguish love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all his wealth for love, it would be utterly scorned.