A poem by Stan Raines
And why would the moon need me?
It has its orbit and I have mine.
Yet there is its call
And we light a fire from torches
And chant its name in a thousand
Songs and as many tongues.
Oh, holy sister,
Why worry your innocence?
Why shine so bright this night?
Why are you calling me?
Embers die as the bonfire passes
Over talk of the past and what’s remembered
Yet the moon throws its light over
And echoes girlish voices from somewhere past,
“I see the moon and the moon sees me”
And binds this night to the lights gone by
And sung in a thousand tongues.
Always, my sister
As long as you rise
Pregnant with the nights to come,
Illuminate a thousand nights,
And call me and I will come.
-Stan Raines
May 21, 2008
3 responses so far ↓
1 Jack // May 23, 2008 at 8:22 pm
Beautiful poem, Stan. Well done. I’ve always liked moon songs, and when I read yours this morning it inspired me to compose one of my own. Here goes.
THE VERY SAME MOON
The very same moon that I saw as a boy
I see again tonight.
It looks the same as it did back then,
A sphere of mottled white
That lit the world for night-owl youth
And filled young eyes with wonder
And spiked our drreams with lightning bolts
And charged our hearts with thunder.
The very same moon that I saw as a boy
I see again tonight,
But my world and I have changed somehow
And my moon bathes a different night.
2 Stan // May 23, 2008 at 9:02 pm
Jack,
Thank you for your kind comment. And I like your piece. We should elevate it to the front page.
3 Jack // May 23, 2008 at 9:33 pm
Fine with me, fellow poet.
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