Selene my silent sister
you were there that morning
dropping slow and weary
after a long night’s beaming
I noted your brilliance
in those last moments
before darkness descended
(though I knew not they were the last).
you beheld my downfall
in mute solidarity
accustomed as you are
to reflecting others’ light.
you were a touchstone, Luna
through the interminable months
I strained and contorted
climbed, risking censure
for a glimpse of your glowing orb.
I missed your presence
protracted gloom
those many moons
when I found you again
in harvest bleeding
I sat hours agog
penning amateur odes
awed by your lustrous veil.
unrestrained, I mark your phases
as I did mine own
honoring your fullness
with the fullness of my attention
above the trees, obscured
on the horizon
as I commute.
you rise, anon, Selene
gleaming, gleaning
shining light upon the lunacy
calling forth memory
glimmer and shimmer
harking back to havoc
shining forth
to halcyon revival
This is wonderful. The moon was so beautiful last night! 🙂
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Thank you Eric. Yes it was definitely gorgeous 🙂
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This is beautiful!
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Thank you! I really appreciate that. 😉
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You’re welcome ❤
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