The Necessity Of The Moon
Why do we value this star in the sky?
Why this orb, bearer of our light?
Canít we overcome its absence,
With just the flick of a switch,
And when no wall is to be seen,
Shall we not just rub together wild sticks?
This sun of ours be it so grand?
Look upon the glorious sun.
Then shun your eyes away,
For they are now blinded.
Turn yet your eyes upon Her.
Yes Her, the daughter our earth,
Enlightener of Loveís flame,
Pleasant onlooker of guiding spirit.
She, the Moon, does not hide Her face.
She, ever present, day and night
Comforts us from the ill world
That closes in on us.
Remember your blinded eyes,
And turn to Her for healing.
She is the one to alter
That which the sun throws our way.
She turns its harm to pleasure;
Yellow, blinding, yellow
To a soft playful silver glow.
Cherish Her as the true giver of light,
The true giver of life and warmth.
Yes, the golden chariot shall feed our plants
Will heat our lands and waters.
But what of our hearts?
What of the life that is inside us
And not the life of physical semblance?
She gives the hearts of Lovers life,
And warmth, and churns the fires.
My Moon, our Moon, the Moon.
It shall not matter her name,
She is there omnipresent
Both day and night,
Helping to keep our lives going.
We cannot rely solely on the sunís sustenance
Our lives depend on well being as well,
This the Moon keeps in check.
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