Daughter Of The Moon
Daughter Of The Moon2 mins 151 2 mins 151
Upon the riverbank, hidden between
The reeds, one could see
The full moon's reflection distorted
By the rippling of the ever-flowing,
Creating the mesmerizing shimmer
That lulls thoughts to sleep and leaves
The mind all but utterly empty.
Wait. Do not fall asleep. For the water
Will calm and show the moon, pristine.
And the daughter will appear.
Will wade toward her mother
In gracious pace; her elegance stable
By the cold, and all that remains
In the covert silt.
She wades until that image she reaches,
That full moon now existing as
A bright burning disc.
She lets herself slowly sink in its center.
Then, there is silence
As the very wind gasps in suspense. No,
Neither skittering critter or bird nocturnal
Moves but the slightest. All is still.
So, the onlooker.
The witness, smitten
By the beauty of that time petrified river,
Beckoning all who claim self-awareness
To follow the daughter
Yet do not cast away your life so lightly,
Death is far too high a price for curiosity.
Only prick up your ears.
And you might hear the ghostly whispers
Of the sage mother and her
Daughter, so rebellious.
“Have you yet learned
From the ever flowing river?”
“It is like me, afraid of the ocean,
Yet destined to return
Within its bosom.”
“Will you come home then?”
“No. I will swim upstream
Until I can no longer; I will drown, and
I will wait for he who is my own ocean.
For it is death, nor eternity that I fear, it is
The eternity spent without him.”