The Moon’s Last Song

The Moon, she appeared
Unbidden
on the tips of winter branches
while the grey line of dawn
Gave shape to the earth
The Wind beneath her
Swept through the forest
Never still

Look up!

She knew where to find him

Why,
asked The Wind
Why do women come
and pin their hearts to my sleeve?
Women should come
and go
As casually as me

The Moon, she lifted
her silver veil
The Wind saw her face
her body
The promise of a new-born sun
Reflected on her skin

Well,
she said
I am not any woman
I am The Moon
My right arm the ebb
My left the flow
with the strength to shift oceans
I don’t change men
I change my mind

Oh, Wind
You injured man
You soul unchained
I’ve known hurt too
By hope
and love
and life
I have my dark side

Look up!

Don’t you see it?
Hope
and love
and life
Those are our prayers
Greater
More abundant
Alive
In every moment
Casual
Profound
Weighted in counterbalance
Our separate truths in opposition
Stretched like that horizon
and so we grow

Or we would still be yesterday’s creatures

The world needs The Wind
Your storms and summer breezes
All I want
Is to live the last breath of this night

Look up!

Roll me through the trees
Lift me to the stars
When you whisper
Forgetful
along my mountains
into my valleys
I can forgive any man
even The Wind

The Moon, she smiled
A woman can open herself wide
she knows the men who wait
standing ready at her gate
Interest or disinterest
She won’t need to rise
to the occasion like a man

A woman, she knows
Men are easily had
She keeps her gate closed
Until she has chosen

A woman, she knows
Men can be dangerous
She keeps her gate locked
Until she is safe

When she opens her gate
you are her guest
She has chosen you
That choice is a gift

Accept my gift
or leave it here in my lap
I know how to tend it myself

Hold my offer
as casual as you please
but never

Never tell me how to hand it over

Come,
or find your own way home