The Moon's Child

The observations of a child of the moon.

I am the moon’s child

Born gasping at the inception of time

Bursting from the lake of her reflection

Surrounded by nature

By the deer,

The wolves,

And their families.

The months are ephemeral

I watch her

First

A full, breathing orb of light

Slowly hunching over

Whimpering silently as the stars care for her

The stars are my sisters

The sun my big brother

Who often comes to scare them away

And burn my naked flesh

The trees my only shield

Even in the misty twilight

As I watch my mother give herself to death, endlessly

We’ve lived a thousand lifetimes

Each a temporal, fleeting, ethereal moment

Barely perceptible

As infinity consumes us

My breath becomes shallow

The hollow sockets of my eyes

Fixated on the skies

Meanwhile,

The forest flourishes and rots

Is born and decays

While I look on

Endlessly

Innocent