A friend of mine posted a photo of the super pink moon and captioned it, “I rise with the moon”. I thought that it would be a great title for a poem. So here goes…
The sun dips in the horizon while the moon is slowly rising
And with it my soul awakens.
The darkness stretches, as do I…
The world would have been blanketed by darkness except the moon was shining bright.
I shine my own smile back to the moon and together, hand in hand, we light up the night sky.
The moon was big and bright yellow
And around it was a halo.
It kept a watchful eye on me, as I walked that early morning.
The night fell silent as the moon rose alone
The stars did not come out, they left the moon on its own.
The half moon was shining bright yellow like a golden smile on the night sky.
I smiled inwardly, as the moon often does that to me.
Though not as bright as the moon that’s full,
The half moon still lighted the way for me.
I’ve always been in love with the moon
And it often reminds me that some changes can be beautiful.
Clouds were about, that early morning
Dawn hasn’t even cracked yet
It was supposedly dark but a single light shone
Pale yellow it was, and so I looked up
Floating up there was the moon
It didn’t shy away behind the clouds
Alone it was but proudly it gave some light
It accompanied me that cold early morning
Getting ready for bed, all excited and dandy
I can finally rest my head on soft pillows I have handy
I peep through the window and something caught my eye
Something beautiful that I cannot deny
The moon smiled but with a different color
It smiled bright red, that I’m sure
I smiled back, silently thanking for a good night.
He was just a phase.
Much like the moon with its different phases
He came and stayed on my sky for a bit
Enough to inspire
Enough for me to want and fall in love with.
And like the moon
He disappeared one day
And slowly too did my desire for him.
He was just a phase
A lesson I had to learn the hard way
But a lesson learned, nonetheless.
Gazing up in the sky, I saw a bright light.
It was beauty I cannot deny, it was such a wonderful sight.
Then the moon hid behind the clouds
As if playing hide and seek.
Misty clouds acting like shrouds
Making the moon look sexy and chic.
It was a sight to behold, it was a sight to see
A story that needed to be told, about the moon and its beauty.
Photo from https://www.google.com.ph/amp/s/www.tampabay.com/environment/super-snow-moon-what-you-need-to-know-to-see-tuesdays-lunar-spectacle-20190218/%3Ftemplate%3Damp
Until the dawn hugs the morning dew
Until dewdrops trickle down the leaves
Until the moon stays full
Until tulips kisses the sunshine
Until it leads back to you
I will continue to count the stars
On a full moon with clear skies,
You’ll see me hopping around the moon.
Silently watching the world from space
Silently bidding people goodnight.
Many call out to the man on the moon
While I am all but forgotten.