Moon Is Iris

I thought this up thinking about life, and how short ours' is compared to the moon's. Also, comparing a lifetime to one night.

Moon is iris, and she knows

How we lie across her paths.

We run our fingers through her hair.

We paint her faces in our heads.

Inside our own, we'll never know

what keeps her in her bed.

 

Together we lay here in the night,

Dizzy dreamers with our eyes open.

Aimlessly finding else's homes,

To find our own still broken.

She'll wait and watch how we obscure

The shadows that we've woven.

 

On the course we'll feel her light,

Those eyes that saw us write our story,

Do not judge, but cradle us

Until we reach the morning.

Reviews

[Matt Shriver]

Angie this was stunning. So well written. So descriptive and vivid. I love how you have made the moon into a woman. You have a great talent.

[Incandescence]

I love this. So many metaphors that give you such images. Great job!

[Beth Wilcox]

This is absolutely beautiful! I loved it!