Sister moon.


Sister moon stands frozen.
She has seen much more than time can erase
her heart broken, mended, broken,
like a cliff face endlessly losing purchase into the sea.
She silently watches the world turn,
she has lived to long to need words,
blunt, unworthy, undefinable,
some emotions have no descriptor,
and some things are better left unsaid.
Heartbreak leaves a formless scar.
Love leaves a chained legacy.

Sister moon remembers
Moments that cannot be called joyful,
but also cannot be called pain.
Mingling together they call themselves life,
more true than fairytale stories.
Reality is a blurred line, smudged focus, shade of grey.
She has seen the cool of betrayal,
and the saving grace of love committed.
No man is an island,
even within himself.

Sister moon, lost in dreaming
your brow has been smoothed by time
teaching lessons in acceptance,
and gratitude, some things are blessings
when they take nothing, ask nothing, 
content to be simply put, and simply done.

Sister moon remembers.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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