I don't know
where the moon rises these nights
but it does and I sleep
even though
I can hear her singing to the stars.
I have wondered lately
what will become of us
without her light
should she never rise again
in the heavens
singing.
I am but one lone soul
among many
who inhabit this earth
wondering
why we have come
to rest in this spot of green and blue
floating out here in space
in such darkness.
Why? we all wonder
have we been chosen to arrive
at this our solemn destination
so filled with yearnings
and unimagined greatness . . .still
unfolding.
Is there a puzzle
we've yet to solve
even the best of us?
Is there a song we've yet to hear?
No matter . . .
still she sings of a place
beyond time and dreams
when all was stardust once
sparkling with love.
Joanne Cucinello 2008
The moon has always fascinated me... and in poetry it captures the beauty of eyes separate from my own and there is where i find a connection... the moon is the holder of our loves, the wishes cast. and what would be truly be without her... This was a lovely piece....
ReplyDeleteSuzi....Thanks for your lovely sharing on this piece ... moonsister!
ReplyDeletethis is a very intriguing piece.. that close,, the last two stanzas really serves it well,, brings it home...
ReplyDeletei never really thought the moon caused me to question my reason for being here,,, but to bask in her silvery glow,,, that is something dreams themselves are made of, isn't it????
I just found your blog and all your poems are well written and it's all beyond than just a thought expressing poem. Anyway, I like this one very much than others. By the way, I was staring at a full moon few hours ago. I should try to listen to it's song... :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Avatar,
ReplyDeleteI hope you hear the music . . . I hope you hear her song. She's especially beautiful these nights!
Peace,
Joanne