Today is a full moon, and I am told, a beautiful blue moon... so to start the ball rolling...
MOON
Clouds like giant cobwebs, drift across the skies,
Then part to herald from the darkness, She Who Mystifies…
Goddess to the Ancients, Grandmother to us all,
Her face smiles down throughout the night, to gaze upon the world.
Mysterious, alluring, she rises in the sky,
Lighting up the eyes of those who watch; in silence she goes by.
But her voice is heard by many; she draws the endless tides,
All living waters quicken as she whispers deep inside.
You watch her from your window; feel her beauty, see her light,
And secretly desire to touch her hands across the night.
Would her luminescence blind you? Would you be frozen by her touch?
Would her power justify your restlessness that much?
If you could fly up to the moon and look her in the eyes,
Would the magic still be there, with no space to fantasize?
Would you find as you get closer that she no longer shines?
That the light comes from another source and she is not divine?
Would her flesh be cold and barren, a landscape sans invitation?
Would her visage be old and plain, untinted by imagination?
Would you still adore her, if you could see and touch her flaws?
Would she have the power to call your tides, as she did once before?
And what if the illusion faded when her secrets were laid bare?
Would her touch be death to all you’d ever dreamed of her?
Maybe there in her distance, is where the magic lies;
For the distance gives you freedom – freedom gives you wings to fly.
Maybe she knows that which you seek - to grow, be who you are;
Her selfless gift is in her solitary dance among the stars.
For she is not judgmental, and simply knows pure love,
She feels it rising up to her as she circles up above.
And only from the distance can her beauty shine for you,
On velvet background of the night, she paints a silver hue,
And whispers words of wisdom, when you look in her direction,
For the love and light you see in her, is simply your reflection.
