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Moon
Heart
The Moon is my solace,
my comfort,
my dark conspirator.
She shines
her silvery light,
like ocean waves of peace.
The pain in my heart bleeds
as I feel the Moon’s presence,
telling me it’s going to be okay.
But it won’t.
Ever be okay again.
And that’s okay.
Because I am never alone,
as long as I look up
into the night sky,
to that glowing presence,
the deep well of silence,
that gives me solace on the lonely night.
Is the Moon is alone too?
Alone in the starry sky,
giving,
giving,
always giving,
to her children who abide in Gaia’s arms.
Growing,
shrinking,
spinning,
hiding,
but always and ever present.
She shines her luminescence
upon my sometimes
shattered soul,
encasing
my beating heart
in her eternal mystery.
She controls the tides,
and the lunacy of the condemned,
and the cleansing of crystals
and bowl burning ceremonies
helping us release
that which holds us bound.
That which holds me bound,
feeling forever indebted to
her quiet presence,
the Moonlight’s
grace reflected
deep with in my heart.
Thank you for reading!
© 2021 A. N. Tipton
