Where does the moon go?
Does it means it’s not there when you don’t see it?
It’s in your heart!
You still think of it
It’s still remembered
It returns in a different way
But it returns
Cycles of life defined as the cycles of the moon.
To the moon is where I’ve been drawn.
Sometimes this is where I have been most torn.
I could never let any of this stop me
And it’s now led me to make a discovery.
I found out I was born in the Balsamic Phase
and it has been one of the best days.
Finding this out has put me back on track
and shown me why my journey has contained some flack.
It’s helped me make sense of some times that have been
especially the times when I found nothing to mean.
When I literally just had to get up and go
with only my gut feeling telling me so
and trying to do all I could to extend.
It all just comes down to it was the time to end.
The last shard of light left in the sky.
The end of a cycle,
time to say goodbye.
Then a waiting to create something new;
a step into darkness, before the light comes back through.
before the ending
and that split point of the seasons blending.
With the waning moon
we say goodbye to the old year
and the start of the next phase
is very near.
A new year
and a new moon
2 signs of what
is beginning soon.
Within each of these stages
emotions I can feel.
With both of them together
it’s hard to conceal.
So with it I go
I weep if I’m to
or do what my heart wants to do.
As we say goodbye to ’13
and to ’14 we say hello
the moon is at its darkest
and so they both will grow.
Grasp the new
as the old you fling
whatever this time will bring.
I often wonder what I see
as you light up the darkened night for me.
not always in sight
at the times when you omit no light.
If you could speak, what would you say?
Would you highlight your flow as you ebb away?
Would you tell us
that even though you’re not seen
you’re still there,
it’s not where you have been?
With one half awake and the other asleep
it’s how, an eye,
on the world you keep.
With each new phase you can wane or wax,
although this is to rest
not your power to lapse.
Tonight your brightness lights up the sky.
The power you omit makes me want to cry.
This does not falter as you start to wane.
It simply enhances your shared domain.
You cast shadows,
from being almost as bright,
as you may see in the daytime from the sun light.
Such a pleasure to wake within the glow
you formed on my pillow
as you shone through my window.
So high in the sky with an aura so wide
you have a presence even the clouds cannot hide.
Now that you’ve created an energy askew
you take the first step
on your way now to new.
I am so excited
yet I don’t know what for
tonight there is a happening
with the moon that I adore.
Cycles in a month
that amount to two
when the moon is new.
Now a beautiful half moon
still shining bright
you’ve changed your pathway
of when you are seen at night.
I don’t see you now
until the dawn
yet to your last quarter
I am drawn.
The angle now
that you are to the sun
helps me see your features
still as one.
There again this morning
within my first sight
was the beautiful moon
still shining bright.
Thank you for reading 💖