Of the Moon

Exactly as the title says. Of the moon.

Of the Moon

-Geneva Willis-

Harbinger of light, the sun you shadow,

Of glow-rimmed earth, in night-world casing be,

In dancing whorls of ancient sky hollow,

Amid the dawn of sorrow's seething sea

I saw you among the fleeting sky-larks.

Mindless as any mindless one could dream,

You told me this: in society's ark,

Silent as the bone, flows the life-stream.

What you meant I'll never know, harbinger

Of life and streams I speak again to you,

Your light it sheens upon the sill forever,

Now tell me dear, where have the shadows flown?

In quiet dream-space you grin through the lies,

You are the moon, and night your simple ties.