Sister moon, my celestial body sibling
I beseech thee, post Hunter's moon
Imploring your counsel
Confiding in you, the only one I trust
Shouting from my balcony
Shouting into the nighttime sky
May warrant neighbors calling me a lunatic
I say, let them, let them call me what they will
Only you keep it real
Illuminating all that is hidden
Giving me peace of mind
*
Sister moon, older, yet much wiser sister
Autumn Equinox has left me questioning
Questioning humanity
While seasonal change makes sense
Weather shifts, nature responds
Why is it that humans can't adapt, mature
A mentality unknown until sudden stupor
Some say I am a lunatic, too sensitive
So I save these conversations for you
Illuminating all that is hidden
Only you keep it real
Giving me peace of mind
*
Sister moon, so far away, but ever so near
I fear you are the only one who sees me
Truly sees me and the light I carry inside
I struggle as an earth-based being
Longing for connections beyond arm's reach
Teach me, please, sister, teach me
How to open people's eyes and hearts
Some call me a lunatic, confiding in you
Yet, only you understand me
The real me
Will you illuminate all they keep hidden
So they, too, will trust
And we can all finally have peace of mind
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Marilyn Glover
Poet, writer, & editor, writing to uplift humanity. A Spiritual person who practices Reiki and finds inspiration in nature.
Mother of four, grandmother of two, British American dual citizen living in the States
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Beautiful tribute to our glorious moon! I love your sentiments and absolutely relate🥰 “I struggle as an earth-based being Longing for connections beyond arm's reach” Well done!!! 🙏🏽🙌🏽✨🩷
This is so beautifully written. The repetition of “illuminating all that is hidden” ties it all together perfectly.