Art though pale for weariness
O Supermoon, comet stricken between
The ocean & the stars
Golden of milky blue horizons
Wandering reflecting, forever mirroring
Light, gazing on the Earth
With mellow agriculture of changing moods
Art thou joyful with inconstancy?
Forever cycling through different birth-hours
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Creating in thy gaze moonbeams that bathe
My brow, inciting wild-flowers
And orbs of clouds to star-studded night
With intervals of shadow and burning brooding
Why are thou so pale for memory?
O Supermoon, comet stricken for
Nature’s tired reposes, radiant with disclosure
For another midnight of Death
Gloomier never, only more silver
In burning mimicry, with an orb so bright
Golden of milky blue horizons
That even a twilight of care, might mirror thee
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O’ moon, with pangs of the poetry of the Eons
Forgotten destiny born to repeat.
June 25th, 2013
Photography Courtesy: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Supermoon-201643429
Wuji Seshat 
Stunning piece!
I just adore the name ‘Nirvani’
Thank you very much! It is actually a special spiritual name given to me several years ago and now it is really the only name I go by. It is sanskrit and means Goddess of Bliss:)
I’m fond of giving people Sanskrit names, it seems in your case someone beat me to it 😛
I love names that are some form of bliss…
I am very fond of it and bliss has always been a favorite word for me:)
Nice poem, Wuji! Just a thought: contemporary poets usually don’t capitalize every line anymore, just the beginning of a sentence, just like in prose. Personally, I don’t have a problem with it, especially if you have a purpose for it. One reason would be an allusion to an old poem, since the idea is to model yours after them. Anyway, good job. I enjoyed reading this.
Can I also reblog this ?
yes
Beautiful.