The Eclipse and The Supermoon
Two poems, two loves, two chapters
My friend who is really into astrology says that humans are like batteries, and the moon is our charger. I ought not to have been standing outside, underneath the blood moon last September (it was not the right kind of energy and is bound to bring chaos into my life). I suppose she was right this time.
The supermoon, on the other hand, would bring profound, positive change into our lives, she said. That’s the energy we want to absorb. To be honest, I like astronomy — lunar energies notwithstanding — so I’ve always loved gazing at the moon. I was lucky enough to find someone to share the very last full moon with.
To The One Who Left
When our moon hides its face tonight,
And mortals lose their guiding light,
When my gaze fixes overhead,
To where once white now glows bright red.
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Please know I saved a spot for two,
And that I stayed awake with you.
Though I know you’ve an alibi,
I hope you stared at the same sky.
To The One Who Stayed
We stand beneath the yellow moon —
A final light that will end soon.
And for this night, fate somehow knew
That I was meant to be with you.
A year of turmoil nears its close —
Our stories whispered in soft prose.
A chapter we have written so
We’ll never have to let this go.
