My friend, the moon -
Whose company I keep,
Hangs with me
And my thoughts
As I dismally weep;
Disillusioned by sorrow
And welcoming sleep;
All is in vain;
My dreams I will keep
Until tomorrow,
When I will reap
The reward of my suffering;
A gift to the meek -
Thanks to the moon,
Whose company I keep;
Its brilliant light shining,
Waiting to lead me,
To guide my soul
Peacefully home -
At last, free.
I wrote this during the ending of my 10-year marriage, telling my ex-ol' man one night, while sitting on the porch with a drink, and looking up at the moon, "The Moon Is My Friend," then I wrote this poem. He never let me forget it. He still asks me, "How's your friend, the moon?" He thinks I'm nuts. He doesn't know I'm really The Goddess of the Moon(!!)
Contest image "Luna and Friends" - convergence of Luna, Venus and Jupiter. 7:05 P.M. 12.01.08., by shutterbug1: http://www.wunderground.com/wximage/viewsingleimage.html?mode=singleimage&handle=shutterbug1&number=355&album_id=153&thumbstart=0&gallery=#slideanchor