by Hairygoose, Ireland
I saw the Moon; I saw her rise blood-red looming over soil, and rock and sea. I saw Earth’s shadow pass across her face but not a lover’s blush it seemed to me. It lingered like a petal on a rose just for a moment, then began to pale. And something in her aura, so unmoved— remote, aloof, behind the crimson veil. I saw the lines, the wrinkles on her brow and wondered what she knows, and doesn’t tell; As we leave careless scars on Earth below I’m sure I saw tears there, I’m sure they fell. I reached up high to catch one in my hand and whisper hope for what we’ve done that’s good. Her words to me were muted by the clouds and on my palm her tears were red as blood. She is the vigil keeper, solid, cold, our travelling companion, company. I pray that she’ll be there to rise and watch when we’re all laid to soil, and rock, and sea.