Ireland 2010, Teltdown House Graveyard, County Meath

The Moon is So Pretty

For Hyunjin

Staring up at the moon
Light reaching out
Pulsing

Like the blood
In my
Veins

Life’s river

Making its way
Over
And through
Till it reaches home

Sometimes shadowed
Or tinged blood red
Surrounded by darkness

Is it the same moon
That you see?

You know it’s that
Darkness
That makes the moon
Shine
So brightly

You are my moon

So far away
And yet so close
I could
Almost
Reach up and
Touch
Your face

Bringing such joy
Just by being
you

Even in darkness
Your light
Helps me find my
Heart
Like a lantern
I hold it up and
Find my way

If I’m the moon
Then it’s the moon by day
Hidden by light
Surrounded by the bright

Noone sees me there
Barely visible
Do I even care
As long as I
Can be me?
In all my me-ness?

Shadows all around
Making stupid noises
Stubbing my toe
Knowing that
I still shine
Regardless

Maybe someone
Looks up
Sees me
Like I see you

I look at its brightness
And shine
Borrowing its light
Matching it with mine

The moon is so pretty

Poem – The Moon is so Pretty

© July 2023 AM (Xander) Hunter

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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