I am Earth, She is Moon

She shines down with her smiling face
Raising tides and forming streams
My blood ebbs and floods
Guided by the brilliant sanity
Of a moon not lit by me

Stained cheeks and white skin
Dew drops with the dawning
The lone sailor jibes and tacks
New waters, strange lands
Guided by a moon not lit by him 

I’ve been to the moon, says the sailor
And I’ve seen her true colours
Lit by my own fire in her emptiness
I’d set my life on her guiding light
Even if it is not now lit by me

…written for a very special person

This entry was posted in Poetry, Shetland. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply