Apogee of the Moon

by CK Houghton

The apparition appeared to me
at the Apogee of the Moon,

Calling my name she repeatedly cried
"Too soon, too soon, too soon ! "
                                                                             
"What is the fate of Child to be
Sweet Shade of Night who speaks to me?"

A sigh of sadness brushed the Moon,
"Too soon, too soon, too soon !"

The Child came forth in waters red
at the Perigee of the Moon,

In little time we both were dead
And placed on marble ruin,

Now I am the Spirit, my Child the Light
Wandering endlessly through the Night

I hold her close and gently croon.
"Too soon, too soon, too soon ! "
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Perigee of the Moon

by CK Houghton

He buried them there with a whimpered prayer

at the Perigee of the Moon,

Beloved Wife and unnamed Child
Both wrenched from his arms too soon,

He planted the flowers, he tilled the grass,
And prayed for the flowers to bloom,

And the Wind is their Breath which brushes his face,
At night as he lays on their Tomb,

"Oh Sweet Shade of Night, I show Thee no fright
For of Thee I would ask a boon,

Take my breath and twine with theirs
Before the pregnant Moon,

Have mercy on the one who loves
And lies upon their Tomb!"

The apparition heeded his cry
Knowing to Live that he must Die,

We are Spirits together, he, my Child, and I,
'Neath the sweetness of the Moon,
Apogee, Perigee, Powerful, Mystery,
Lustrous and Shadowy Moon.

"Too soon, too soon, too soon !"
All too soon.