Delicate Moon

Delicate Moon

A Poem by Sarah Marie

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.

© 2012 Sarah Marie


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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.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Sarah Marie

6 Years Ago

:) ! This did make sense, and thank you very much! I always appreciate such wonderful feedback, and .. read more
Felecia

6 Years Ago

I've been told I have a way with words, even if I'm not writing them in poetry, ahah, and you're wel.. read more
This is really good! :) I love nighttime, especially when there's a full moon out.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Sarah Marie

6 Years Ago

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

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