You Are the Moon

Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark, emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms. Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone? The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone

You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear, it floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier. All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas, the shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe.

I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact, so precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass. I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky. You will see your beauty every moment that you fly.

Hush Sound

The Crescent Moon

Slipping softly through the sky, little pitted, happy moon, can you hear me up so high? Will you come down soon? On my nursery window-sill, will you stay your steady flight? And then float away with me, through the summer night? Brushing over tops of trees, playing hide and seek with stars, peeping up through shiny clouds, at Jupiter or Mars.

I shall fill my lap with roses, gathered in the milky way, all to carry home to mother. Oh! what will she say! Little rocking, sailing moon, do you hear me shout -- Ahoy! Just a little nearer, moon, to please a little boy.

Amy Lowell