Moon

Moon

I’m standing here on this hill with the wolves.
They are here to bay to you, Moon.
I am here to ask you, Moon, to please come to our aid.
I have a job that’s not for the sun in all her surface blazing glory.
No, for this illumination, we need your silvery rays and dusky spirit.
Pray, flare upon our earth when the sun has said goodbye for the night.
Use your metallic power to pierce dark wells of ignorance.
Liberate imprisoned jewels of wisdom that lie there waiting to be released.
We need all the carats of insight that can be gathered 
to save ourselves from suffering.
No, sun can not do this job.
These dingy pockets know too well how to hide brilliance in the shadows.
But they will have no defense from you, moon.
Your icy dark power will reveal them sniveling in their corners.
Like knows like.
They’ll have no more places to hide
when you turn on your pulverizing radiance.
 

08.10.2023

Inspired by How to Spend a Life by Gail Onion