Friday, October 22, 2010

Hunter's Moon

I see the moon and the moon sees me,
Under the shade of the collibah tree. I say to the moon that shines on me: Shine on the one I love.

My Mother used to sing that to me.

In fact, she would sing it to me tonight with very little provocation.

Moms are like that.

The moon - just another mother - is like that.

Talk all you want about reflected light.

She shines.

With very little provocation.


Spartacus Jones said...


And her light penetrates down past the bone, all the way to the soul.


CoyoteFe said...

Thankfully yes. :-)

San said...

They do shine, don't they, Fe? The moon and the mothers, and they encourage us to shine too.