Midnight Temptations

Under the moon,
the fill blazing moon
In quiet repose i would waste away.
Dreaming, loving, letting myself fully bloom
Where peace is master,
Where grief has been slayed.
On soft, sweet smelling grass is where i’d sleep
With only Heaven’s blanket over me.
Cool fresh air is the company i’d keep
Forever mild nights my eternal destiny.

On vast cliffs overlooking the ocean
Day would be the moon directly above.
I’d gaze happily with no notions
Other than the benediction of Love.
Forever under the moon,
My tormented heart would beat glad.
Under the full blazing moon
I’d never again be sad.

—Lamont Haywood

Artwork: Harvest Moon, by Charles Rennie Mackintosh