Delicate Moon

The little light in darkness,

She appears as but a sliver;

She silences quick tongues

And makes the strongest quiver

When in her presence-

Delicate in every way.

She marks where life begins

And where love lay.

Bright and shining with soft light,

She is the hope in black skies;

She is the warmth in hearts

And gleam in hypnotic eyes.

Less-than-quarter moon overlooked at times

Due to her less-than-quarter size-

She carries the weight 

Of children’s soft cries

In both mists and storms,

Tears her beloved rain;

She carries woes and burdens

Until time again to wane.

She comforts the shy and small

And holds the big and proud,

Sneaking away before dusk 

In overlapping, picturesque clouds.

Women whisper and men groan

Beneath her knowing, sweet stare;

Youth frolic and elders smile

While lovers lie and go bare.

Yet none so praise this 

Silent and darling delicate moon

Like the creatures in the shadows

Who cannot help but swoon-

Who know not better

Than to howl their love,

To leap and run and play

In the name of one above

Who mothers the wolves

And guards the wolves

And guides the wolves

And keeps those wolves

Who honor this moon

And make her theirs;

They praise in packs of three,

Wolves reluctant to share.

They prepare to catch her

If she begins to fall;

She is too precious to fade,

And all are able to hear the calls

Of the worried wolves

Who would dearly miss her-

All would mourn for her return,

But only the alpha would kiss her.

She resides in storms,

Acting as the quiet calm;

She is the delicate moon,

Kept against hearts in love’s palm.

Reviews

[Felecia]

Okay, first of....love the moon *sighs* I love it so much more than the sun.
I feel, like you explained in the poem, that the moon carries more secrets and sorrows, and wishes than the stars or the sun ever do. Many people plaster on their masks and happy rutines during the day, but at night they peel them away, and show their fears, sorrows, and worries, and the moon see it. The moon see it and carries the burdens, and carries the wishes, since the stars many not always hear the wishes like the moon does. The sun never sees the pain of children or others, because we do not wish for such a bright, happy thing, to see it.
While, for the moon, we do not wish for her to carry out burdens, but sometimes we may not be able to control what she see, since she's ver smart, and does not miss anything. She mysterious and a delicate shinging, beautiful thing.
I hope that has made sense and I'm not repeating myself and just repeating what you've already explained in the poem...I'm just basically saying you've done a marvalous job, yet again, like always.

[Sarah Marie]

:) ! This did make sense, and thank you very much! I always appreciate such wonderful feedback, and your reviews are always a pleasure to read- they have a hint of poetry which is always enjoyable to read in a review as well as refreshing! Glad you like this, and thank you again!

[Felecia]

I've been told I have a way with words, even if I'm not writing them in poetry, ahah, and you're welcome :)

[InsanityWriter]

This is really good! :) I love nighttime, especially when there's a full moon out.

[Allyson Wolfe]

I absolutely love this tribute to a natural idol that we may not give enough credit too! Your inclusion of the wolves just stood out the most. This poem is so beautiful. Definitely one of my favorites!

[Sarah Marie]

ooo I am so glad you like this...Yes, it is one of my favorites of my poems as well