Way up there she sits staring down at me.
Oh how I wish she would follow me like she used to.
But up there she sits alone in the dark,
no doubt laughing at my mistakes
… the things I say or say and never do.
All the time wondering why I don't talk to her like I used to.
Oh pretty Luna wont you reign over me?
Wont you use your command over the tides?
Command these tears to climb back up and into my eyes.
Oh pretty Luna wont you reign over me?
I need you now more than ever but an eclipse is all I see.
Tell the sun I am not quit ready yet to face another day.
Tell him I need a minute or two to catch my breath.
Oh Luna please don't leave me this way.
Ah do not fret my silly child for I have taught you what you need
and when you cannot see me,
listen to my whispering to you anytime the wind blows through the trees.
Can't you come down here Luna?
Let me take you out to lunch.
Let's sip green tea and laugh about the past.
All the while snickering at the people who's stairs are drawn to you because you remind them of their childhood and all the nights they would look to the woman in the sky.
Then over dessert you can tell me what the North star is really like
…whether or not he really is as bright as he seems.
No Luna, please.
Follow me like you used to.
Don't you remember those nights?
The nights I would run and run
heart racing to the sound of bare feet against the ground
always being able to look over my shoulder and see you smiling at me.
Luna?
Luna?
A gust of wind.
…shhhh.
…listen.
My pretty Luna.
There you are
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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