The Pull Of The Moon

I feel very much a part of nature

when the moon is full

it always pulls my eyes towards it

like the tides

and when it’s new, the pull is still there

and I’m always searching the sky,

where are you my friend?

and just when I think the moon

might have abandoned me

a waxing crescent appears

and my eyes are salted with tears

but I can still see the beauty

revealed a sliver at a time

until it’s full again

and again starts waning back

to the blackness of a new moon

waxing and waning

dark and bright

yin and yang

it’s a sight too beautiful

for human eyes

but we can’t resist it

anymore than the tides

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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