I touched the moon last nightA Poem by An owl on the moonMy eyes open to garnet and hazel...My eyes open to garnet and hazel... Leaving
my room, I stir and shift toward Sarah’s figure seated by the sea. Intricate
weaves of braided grass, gold and green, rest in quietness as they softly
stroke the adust sand. Biting chill, drifting sky, waves that speak, a watchful eye. “You’re
up with the sun,” I say. “Before
the sun, or any star.” She looks toward me and with her voice,
she grasps my hand. “I
dreamt here last night. On this ever-changing sand, I
dreamt of eternity. I touched the moon last night; a golden glow beyond my grasp. Eons before me it rested there. It will remain when I am dust. My hand now glows from the embrace. Voices echo through nights past, and with the glow, caress my face. My finger faints from what will last. Alone I am; alone secure; the moon will last when I am gone. A Master set it in its’ place, to move the tide, refresh the dawn. Unnumbered eyes have felt its rest; have looked upon reflected light. My heart is moved away from pain; I touched the moon last night.” My
words grope and grind in my mouth. “How can a mortal moment touch
the eternal?” I say. “Is
not eternity an everlasting moment?” she asks. © 2018 An owl on the moonAuthor's Note
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