Racing to catch the moon before the sun
rises and declares that now she has won.
Before she uncovers what the moon hides.
The reason for our early morning ride-
see moon’s sweet beauty before it’s undone.
With her blinding light, sun forgives no one-
not her friend, her lover or her own son.
She will not overlook the darker side
and races the moon
to catch and render guilty anyone
who does not abstain from passion and fun.
In the court of her justice she presides
and judges those pulled by moon’s sinful tide,
Since sun’s chastisement has not yet begun
we race to the moon.
I saw you , Buck Moon,
holding court with the stars.
You were dazzling-
a cold silver queen
on a July eve.
Seated at the gates of eternity,
your radiant beams
like arms outstretched
touched the ground beneath my feet,
and I wondered-
if I were to join you for but a moment
to let you carry me to your realm
where I could stand at the entrance of eternal night
and look down to where I had been
and see the world
as you see it,
what would I learn?
To see it all from afar
would understanding come
with the clarity of a bolt of light
cutting through the black night?
And when I returned to this place,
how would it all be different?
Tale of the Child’s Night
By: Heather Nanni
“May we look at the stars Mommy?”
We were three
All the delights
two could see
The moon showed us
the silver platter and said,
“Come, come to me.
Oh how happy you will be.”
But one poor soul
The moon swallowed him whole
Some skip on stars
over night’s great river
But for others
that cannot be
They get caught by the Hunter
and carried out to the sea