To The Moon

The moon was massive as I stood on the edge of water 

The Koi sent lotus flowers my way; 

There wasn’t much to do, standing there

Except believe the moon worked miracles today. 

I remember floating over the hills- 

Yellow sapphire, topaz and gold. 

I cried tears of wisdom and pearl, 

Whilst clinging on to whatever hope I could hold. 

I might have passed a vortex of souls,

While trying to reach the end of time,

All I saw was an infinite loop,

Things of past and present; not mine. 

There was a blue moon falling, 

Through windstorm and hail-

Only to gravitate back again.

There was a red moon rising- 

Through purgatory and fire, 

Bathed in marigold rain. 

There was a white moon transient- 

In all its seven eclipses,

With yellow mountains, green waters,

Sky violet and black.

It was only when I held the lotus did I know -

What it meant to love you to the moon and back.