I was saving this poem for later, but I think, it is needed now . . .

 

           Moon Above

              Moon above, I know you’re just a dead pearl

              orbiting the earth, no life in your dust,

              only frozen water pockets and craters

              deep as oceans of stone shadows,

              and yet—

              We humans give you a thousand names

              and legends, we whisper our wishes

              to you in the night and imagine you

              blessing them silver in your heart

              before sending them back to us,

              here on Earth—

              But I know we ground-bound beings

              will never match your airy purity,

              even if we seize your matchless

              cool heights in the heavens,

              we will always remain

              doomed by the gravity

              of our own thoughts.

              I would ask you how blissful it is to float free

              and unencumbered by blood, brain or bone,

              but you have no mouth, no lunar maw

              for hunger or celestial hate, only

              the quiet serenity of a crisp

              and uncaring, ultimately

              unknowable orb.

              Thank you for shining down on me.

              You don’t need to say anything—

              merely, beam as you were,

              sheen as you are,

              moon above,

              me below.  

         -S.E.P.

 

 

A Palace Fit for A Lunar Empress

It's high time I started creating the lunar lore of Cynestia Moon! I imagine she is a faraway empress who reposes in an iolite palace on the dark side of the moon.

Something like this iris in all its airy, gossamer petal perfection: 

Heaven is Too High For Us

 

 

*Snippet from my poem "Heaven is Too High for Us." First published in NVCC Fresh Ink.  

 

 

Free Fall

Poem snippets on falling into flight . . .

 

 

Hello from the Far Side of the Moon

Salutations! Cynestia Moon is a brand new, yet very old project of mine. 

I will be sharing snippets of poetry sifted from my ineluctably accumulative decades, and other random musings still in the process of eclosion. I also write stories on my sister blog, iffymagic.com. 

I hope you enjoy the syllabic smorgasbord coming from my mind! I can't promise any of it will make sense, but I hope it will stay with you for awhile, and maybe sometimes, make you smile or sigh . . .