I Am the Moon

Hanging in the night sky, I am often forgotten. My allure has worn off on so many. I long for the days when poets would lyricize my beauty or the effects I have on romance. So many wrote odes and sonnets to me back then, but I am dismissed for handheld screens these days. Their glow is not as luminous as mine. Theirs is a cold illumination that offers no intrigue, as I do.

The sun gets her glory. Humanity has always worshipped her and basked in her rays and warmth. Even in the coldest times, she gives warmth. But what of mine? Would you pay more attention to me if I reminded you I have seen your ugliness, your desires, your deeply rooted secrets? Would you give me my due, some attention, if I were to light up the darkness you covet to keep the things you are ashamed of hidden?

I Know All Things

I know what scares you. I know what you secretly lust for. I know what you did that no one has seen or knows about. I have seen your secret affairs that divide your loyalties to your spouse, the overindulgence in drink or drugs you keep hidden in the dark, and the hatred you secretly harbor against your fellow men, all while covering it up.

I know the thoughts in your head. None are unique to man. I have been here since the beginning of time and have watched how your kind has progressed, how you covet, steal, and murder. Nothing has gone unseen by me.

Your wicked deeds, though ignored or overlooked, are not. Your cheating is not undiscovered. Your malfeasance is always on display before me. I see your comings and goings. I’ve watched and laughed when you get caught. I’ve shed tears for those you injure. I am never fooled. And yet you forget me.

What’s Lost

You have given up wooing your mates beneath my glow, beside the twinkling stars. You have lost your charm and sentimentality in sharing your love beneath the mysterious orb of blue-hued light I cast upon the evening skies.

I set the scene for romance. I create the perfect atmosphere for your proposals, your attestations of love, and yes, even your infidelities. I provide the light beneath the cover of darkness. I light the way when you are afraid. And you no longer notice my love for you in the simple things I do for you all. What if I exposed what I have hidden?

Would you then pay more attention to me than to your distractions? Would you fear my exposure and ensure I was pleased with your admirations of my gifts? I could easily shatter the darkness as I shatter the light. I would whisper doubt into your mates’ ears as they sleep under my watch, warning them of your indiscretions.

And what of the evil and wickedness you commit against your fellow man, your supposed loved ones, your family and friends? Do you so easily forget that I am always watching? I do not ask of you anything arduous or taxing to your life. I ask for little.

Remember Me

Admire me once in a while. Put down your phones, step away from your screens, and come outside. Look up at me in wonder and take a breath. In every season, I have my moods. I glow differently from one night to the next. Come notice.

See how I make the snow sparkle like diamonds in the velvet of night. Look upon my celestial body as wispy clouds pass before me, draping me in sheer chiffon. Come out and enjoy when I play hide-and-seek with you on cloud-filled eves. Do you not know that I enjoy your company as you used to enjoy mine?

When you were lonely, I kept you company, listening to your whispers and hopes, your prayers and laments. I smiled at your children and gave them something to light their dark rooms.

I guided you, sailors, through the depths of gloom and murky seas, kept the leviathan from you with my beams, and led you to quiet shores. I did not allow the black soot of night to swallow you in the pits of its pitch.

When you were lost, I shed my light to guide you home. When fear gripped you, I was there to follow you and watch over you. I have never, nor will I ever, leave any of you. Mine is the security of constancy.

I even entertained you when I danced with the sun, her golden skirts shining all around me. You were always invited to the wedding dance. I have shown you my anger when provoked too far, and I have covered my face in blood as evidence of my fury. On many occasions, I have drawn nearer to you all and left you in awe of how close my face was. So close you could touch me, yet still out of reach.

I welcomed you when you came for your visits, watching me, drawing near, then welcomed you into my home. So many are the tales of my goings on that volumes are filled with the retellings. Setting the tone for your most gruesome haunts in your yearly rituals of scary frights, I made your pandering for sweets an atmosphere of ghostly delights. But you don’t pay attention to me any longer.

Will You Return?

Will it be this forever? Is my grace no longer appreciated? Step out tonight and look up at me as I smile down on you again. In the quiet of twilight, when nature has gone to sleep, come sit with me and speak your heart, and I will listen attentively. My comfort will be with you. My radiance will clear your thoughts if you will only take the time to gaze into my eyes and share in their splendor.

Come be with me, so I may be with you for a short while. I’ll inspire you to great things, to romance, and to curiosity. I’ll be with you to your end. Come be with me for a while.

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