Moon Cry

In response to these beautiful photographs by Cendrine Marrouat in her piece, 'Blue Moon Super Moon'. If you missed them, you can see and read here:

The night -

Dark.

And mute.

Voiceless.

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But for the moon,

The lone -

liness would have,

Broken,

Me.

Into sharp -

Shards.

Of nothing.

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From my perch, eight floors up,

The sky soothes in silver tones,

Whispering,

Incantations -

Of a primordial magic,

Unwritten.

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Only felt in the luminous shadow

- cast from the slanted half-light,

Of the Dianian moon.

An opalescent orb of ancient wisdom.

A solace –

In the face

Of it all.

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And the cycle so inherent.

Predictable,

Loyal -

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Lulls-the turbulence –

Of an unfaithful mind .