A Measure of Time
I tear a piece of the moon
hold it in my hand
but there is no light
I can't see where lines
of prophesy lead
except to become
deep ridges which
I can only feel
with my other hand
their depth a comfort
for it tells me I am
getting old
closer to the end
under a ripped moon
paler and dimmer
than I remember
from back when I
could still count stars
and the sky seems smoky
with the ash of
a burned lifetime
in Earth's fiery arms.
Quarter Moon -- Jan Morris
I tear a piece of the moon
hold it in my hand
but there is no light
I can't see where lines
of prophesy lead
except to become
deep ridges which
I can only feel
with my other hand
their depth a comfort
for it tells me I am
getting old
closer to the end
under a ripped moon
paler and dimmer
than I remember
from back when I
could still count stars
and the sky seems smoky
with the ash of
a burned lifetime
in Earth's fiery arms.
Quarter Moon -- Jan Morris
When we tear a piece of the Moon, the sun can no longer illuminate it.
ReplyDeleteA child has the wisdom to simply look up in awe and bathe in it's radiance.