Mother Moon

This particular piece was inspired by a vivid dream I had recently.

Mother Moon

                                   By Heidi Kline

 

 

Standing on the Earth’s bend

 

In Sand

 

This Quiet Earth, and none but us

 

Observe the Moon in its suicidal thrust

 

Eyes closed

 

In despair �"

 

She collapses upon the ground

 

And casts her final glow toward our faces

 

A gathering of silhouetted pines bow their withering tops in mourning

 

One forlorn tear cascades from crater to sand

 

No words are spoken

 

For none are needed

 

With deliberate intention

 

Our Mother Moon-           - Our Oracle

 

 

Has surely faded.