Shadow Moon
The beams as cast
from her sweet face -
paint patterns on his skin.
Four billion years
to seek him out -
now quietly enter in.
And he alone
can feel the warmth -
celestial beams impart.
And now he feels
but how he hurts -
as still -
she breaks his heart.
Image; Art Johnstone; ‘Shadow Moon’. Full-moon over Waikino, New Zealand.
A simple wee poem - a favourite. Written in 2019.
No complication - no ‘over-thinking’ cleverness -
Simple feelings in simple verse - the consequences of meeting a beautiful girl a million years
ago - who returns - time - to - time, drifting across my memory, her celestial beams upon my skin
- caressing.
The poem arrived one evening, the most glorious night of a full moon - her beams came
streaming in, an urgency to their arrival. Almost forceful.
I lay awake and watched her shadows slowly traversing every part of my body as she moved
across the sky.
The softest touch - shadows of the moon - memories of a girl.