The phase of the moon plays an important part on our lives.
When the light radiated seems to seep to us the magic that our heart desires for success and for the facets of our everyday lives. We look to the moon and to the stars for answers and in prayer. The heightened glow is a reminder we our not alone to dwell here with nothing to look onward in hope of something better...
OUR MOON
by Cynthia Jones
Once upon a time you set my sky with your stars, and your moon.
Our bodies below them in testiment of our love.
Your Sovereign, and most powerless, on my knees.
No rule, and nothing more than a dream.
I faded into a non-existance, an existance
created for you and me.
Our love, blown out, like a candle's burnt core.
The memory drives toward the center, searching.
the wick is gone that once held the flame.
Go to the water's edge, I am there.
I walk along the sandy tide and I still see you.
You are in the distance reaching, calling.
Your silent cry. Our tears. Ripples along the shore.
The moon lights the waves of hurt, and still commands my soul.
Copyright 2006
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