Grasped by Moonlight

A poem that talks abou the moon, its forgiving nature as we stain and defile it, but heal it also as we care for it and love.

There really is no bigger beauty,

the brother moon sits elegantly and still,

the tranquillity holds my mind in a form of awe,

it shines down upon the undeserving earth,

it witnesses the death of man and the breakdown of society,

why must we subject it to our pain.

 

The gentle light beckons you to its illuminate light,

grasped by the bitter cold around you it comforts you,

like the mother to a child its gentle nature soothes you,

calm like the wind and gentle like a flower,

the beauty grasps you.

 

But still the violence below insults it,

the bitter society and government stains it,

our hate and anger pierces it,

we board it like a common vessel,

we are underserving of its nature,

how can we hurt it,

its beauty and its forgiveness.

 

Yet every gentle soul,

every kindred spirit heals it,

the light shines upon those who treasure it and cherish it,

those gentle souls who hold the very spirit of the moon in their hands are the deserving,

the hate of a thousand people will never outnumber the healing of two lovers.

 

Yes we should anger him and we should insult him,

but the beauty of this is,

he forgives us,

not for those who damage, murder, kill, lie and deceive,

but for those who love, heal, care and hold,

the moon forgives us for them.

 

 

Author's Note

I thought about this as I saw the moon the other night, it made me think how undeserving we really are of this natural beauty yet how some of us really do.

Reviews

[Jazique]

Wow that was great and very descriptive as it show the beauty of the moon. Nicely done really grasped the moonlight and us who stand below it in this world yet unaware of it beauty. Keep up the excellent writing.

[absolutefolie]

I really loved this so much! Nice work :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good tale in your poem. Remind me of the Native American stories of my youth. A lot of culture believe the moon had power over many things. I like the complete poem. The story in your words were strong and the ending the truth. In the end all people will pay for the good or the bad they have done. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Loves The Forgotten]

its complex yet simple to understand to someone who has the same views ,i like ,it holds alot of meaning

[cfix]

There is some truth in this write. I can also sense some truth in this as well.
This is very nicely written.