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.

3 comments:

Spartacus Jones said...

Indeed.

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

sj

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.