Full Moon

Of myths
Of Perception
Of Homo sapiens lives in werewolf manifestations
The light is full
The rage is widest
On a nature lit sky
Awaiting the calmness of dusk
And the disguise of early dawn
Yet in truth and in reality
Of divine vision, of divine order
Of a divinely artistic genius in cyclical birth,
Fair and concise
Tides bellows and mellows
In seasonal hours
And progenies sat still in awe
To fables on a well lit night sky