My poem came true
06 May 2012 2 Comments
in astromony, emotions, musings, nature, poetry, weather Tags: colors, moon, painting, stars, sun
As I lay in bed, gazing up at yet another cloudy day through my skylight, a poem came to me. It was a gift, lifting my spirits, the words coming to me again after what seemed to be such a long absence. And as the day started to wake up, the clouds melted away like cotton candy, and I was blessed with the sunny day I wrote of at the end of my poem.
Sky
For days on end
I see a blanket sky
A white shroud above me
Draped over the blue
And the sun hides under the covers
Sometimes the moon peeks out at night
But then it quickly hides again
Along with all the stars
They play hide and seek with me
I hear them giggle like little children
Maybe the sky is more like a blank canvas
All raw and white
Ready for the artist to begin
Alright, I will paint the sky purple
Like my purple robe that lays at the end of my bed
No, I’ve decided on blue, the usual color of the sky
Like my blue yoga mat that sits in the corner
But that’s much too predictable and safe
Now the sky becomes bright green
Like the green rain jacket I wear
When the sky sheds its tears
And it cries here quite often
I try not to cry along with it
As I wait for the sky to fold up its blanket
And dazzle me with the true blue brilliance
Of sunny days
Moon musings
10 Dec 2011 2 Comments
in astromony, love, musings, poetry, romance Tags: eclipse, moon, moon phases, sky
The promise of a luscious lunar eclipse tonight, and the warm glow of the full moon the past two nights has me remembering how much I love the moon. The moon is an inspiration, she is my muse. Moonlight is soft and gentle; the quiet blue hue coming through my skylight invites me to bathe in it. It is hard to explain the pull of the moon, except in the poems that come out of the energy I feel as I watch it through a clear night sky, waxing and waning as it does.
The Bride
She sits so quiet
Clouds sweep across
A wedding veil
Exposing
A shadowed view
Of the blushing bride
I see the waning has begun
Parts slowly erased
She will be hidden for a time
Just like now
As the veil of clouds
Becomes a mask
The hidden bride
Lovers of the Moon
We are the moon
We are the moonlight
Radiating love
Calm, serene
Quiet, unassuming
We wax and wane
Ever changing
But even when unseen
We are full and bright
Like a luscious full moon
In its luminous glow
The envelopes lovers such as us
Time Spent on a Crescent Moon
Come on my love, let’s go!
Take my hand, come sit with me
On the edge of the moon
And we’ll dip our feet
In the waters of the sky
And stars will nibble our toes
As they swim past
We’ll dream of a time
A grand and glorious time
Where there is no time
We’ll dream of a place
A grand and glorious place
Where there is no place
Where sitting on the moon
Is quite an important task
And we count the planets
As they swirl around us
Holding hands until
The dream comes true
