General Poetry posted January 23, 2010


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A night in late January...

Beneath My Blue Moon

by Sissy

My moon sits in the sky about half mast,
closer to the ground than the heavens.
Must be a lot weighing on my moon's mind.
Only a quarter slice is visible.

Why so low tonight, my moon?
Have the stars taken a part of you
and inhaled your light?

Is that why they twinkle and shine and sparkle
while dancing in the black ink above?
Have they exhaled your bright dust
to add to the glitter of their own?

Or maybe you're just tired, my moon.

As usual, you've arisen early
on this late-January eve.
It's your job.
But perhaps you just wish to stay below the surface
and rest.
For your crossing has just begun.

Is it too cold for you here, my moon?
Maybe that's why you lay so close to Earth's floor tonight--
to gather what warmth is left on that side of the world?
The crystal sky here seems so frigid. So vast. Endless.

But, don't despair, my blue moon. March on.
It is summer over there, and you can rise late,
and sleep early, before your return.
Refuel your energy;
gather up your light.
And then come back again tomorrow.

I'll be waiting.



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