The Pondering Moon



~ The Pondering Moon ~

 

As the sky is brushed in an indigo hush

the nightingales pause their hymn and the stars dim

in anticipation of the moon's summation
I begin my pilgrimage, seeking her image

once again

 

from July through June, I've beseeched the moon

'guide me there, or guide him here

color my days in bountiful ways

paint my nights with love's highlights
I believe in you'

 

the moon ponders this, assessing my wish

you've believed all these years, though smiles and tears

yet even when I'm not around, it never gets you down

tell me why

 

I listen to my heart, and say what I hear

"it seems when I'm lonely, I always know you're near"

the moon ponders this, and sees another vision

perhaps it's not me you're thinking of, my dear

 

the moon goes on to explain, she's not calling the shots:

the soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts

become one with the brushstrokes, connect the dots

once your soul's on canvas, you'll know what you've got

 

I sit under a tree, pondering the moon pondering me

the birds resume their song and I think she's not wrong

I am indigo dreams with art in my seams

and someone, somewhere, has a similar canvas to share.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  April 15, 2018

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 7.11 Topic:  Talking to the Moon

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Include a quote from a Stoic other than Seneca *

Easy (1 pt): Use a line from a Gene Autry song **

 

* "The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts"

(Marcus Aurelius) - 5th stanza

 

** It seems that when I'm lonely,

I always knew you're near

("You're the Only Star in my Blue Heaven")

4th stanza