The promise
For the letters to the moon challenge
there you are…
hanging thin and low in the darkness
as the world glitters on below
look at you in the night sky
watching on as i cry out
waiting for the time when
these tear soaked rivers will run dry
measuring our passing time
as you thin and grow and thin again
calendars were set by your shape
marking times of harvest and gang-gang-sual-lae
women linked arms and sang while they danced under your light
and as my heart seeps grief
longing for the one who so tenderly took my peace
i wait for that time when you will fill
and return full to see me whole again
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AggieSoon
I love how words can touch the hardest heart and challenge a closed mind. They are prayers and enchantment. Lament and pain. A way to give form to the immaterial and capture memories before they fade.
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