Things always happen for a reason,
And always reason’s making things,
So when things became the reason for the season.
Was the day Luna’s soul turned to ice.
No longer remembered for her part in the dance,
Equally shared by her lighter partner.
“It takes two to tango!” she’ll say.
But on with the Day they continue.
She would cry were it not for her one face,
Held steady while studying her influence.
“Why is it I stay for them?
When they no longer celebrate my life.
Many creatures before them have risen and fallen,
But none have taken so many with them as these,
But, continuity of their consumption will end them”
She comfortingly reminds herself,
Once again shining her return
To this space she never left.

04/24/2011

Posted on 04/25/2011
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