Racing the Moon

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.

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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

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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.

 

 

 

 

Silver Buck 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

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Tale of the Child’s Night

By: Heather Nanni

“May we look at the stars Mommy?”                                                  

“Yes Love”                                                                                           

Eyes Up

 

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