The Moon …
Is my oldest and dearest friend.
From day one,
Born the eve of a new moon,
we breathed our first breaths together.
waxing our very existence into being,
and weaving our destinies together with the push and pull of tides.
We were always together,
always in sync,
and when the sun would set …
that was OUR time to shine.
Night owls through and through.
I found comfort in the stillness at dusk;
sanctuary in the moonlight.
You, my dear friend,
you are a nightlight in my darkest times,
a smiling face after a long day,
The first to really know me.
It was you who listened when I didn’t think anyone would understand.
This mixed skin reflected on your surface
The waxing and waning of lunar cycles;
visibility in flux.
Why do we gravitate around those who overshadow us?
Reduce us to fractions that favour our lighter side.
Raise us to believe we can only reflect someone else’s light.
And so the earth filled our cup part way
and called it half full
As if we should be grateful
And yet it’s all I’ve ever known
Because tension flows through these veins;
half blood stretched so thin it leaves me breathless.
trapped in a vacuum.
trapped in the space between stars.
Between East and west
Fireworks and lanterns
Light and dark
Night and day
You point me back to something familiar,
my home in the grey,
caught in the in-between;
the man in the moon.