Lunar serenade

Hush my child
for it is night
where strange beings of kind
awaken to flight
Close your eyes and listen well
for the maiden on the moon
has much to tell
of ages beyond
and times gone past
of tales of magic and wanderlust

She smiles at us
in the depths of night
her face a reflection
of Apollo's light
her hair the veil
that covers the sky
her eyes the stars that mystify
she desires no man
for she is pure
Yet the beauty of her
fills me with awe

In dreams she calls
and comes to me
in the golden fields
of the gay faerie
drops of bliss christen my soul
as we dance to the lore
of the river shore
when the day is done
she kisses my head
and bids me awaken
with the living dead

Sleep well my child
for she is near
So close your eyes
and dispel your fears
she will sing a song
of eternity
in slumber your heart
shall roam wild and free

My muse...a few of you know her, most of you don't. It is those moments, when the neural dust settles at the end of the day, that an image of her comes to dwell in my memory. It has been a while since I saw her, but I have kept this candle burining long enough..until now

Tempest

A flash stuns you as your eye opens from a blink. Saline flows through your tense brow. It is night, the middle watch, and you sit by the long range caliber gun that has been mounted on the bridge wing. A tumble...a roll...she has never played with you so violently before. Your nights with her have always been smooth and slow, tranquility defined...

You awake, from the blissful memory of better days. Your friend climbs the ladder, a neatly folded raincoat in hand. He hands it over to you, before his hand dives into a creased pocket. A stainless steel lighter and a pack of menthol light. A smoke? You decline, and don the oversized coat. A downpour, and she revels in it. shit something deep inside you starts to churn...and you thought you had long gotten over it.

Someone rushes out from the bridge. A communications specialist...men who receive signals and code them back to all incoming contacts that post a threat. They have been sighted, pirates. Bastards who moved from your port side under the cover of an alpha mike. You have been waiting...buying your precious time with the gun officer, to empty a few cold ammo on them.

He comes in through your head set. Alarm surface red 40... It fuzzes out. The rain gets louder..blurring the horizon from your vision. You strain to find the target light, and you train the weapon to it. There is no time to question its identity. No time for doubt. You repeat the order, and switch the assembly to fire mode. Thumbs on the trigger, rapid salvo engage. Empty catridges fly out of the feed module. The recoil jerks at your risks and your ears ring at the deafening effect. The light turns red...blinks and explodes..and the dust flies to sting you. A message to the officer, target destroyed. It is all over, the rain has ceased. You take a deep breath. It has been a wild ride.