Well the moon seems to have featured large this month ....
Remember the new moon
The evening star close by
Centred above the silhouette lines of fir trees?
Nearly symetrical and almost too corny to paint.
We ran that night weightless
Daring fate and unaware of the storm brewing
That left us stricken, near lifeless.
That same moon fully grown
Bloated and yellowing
Sneered at the wreckage below.
It's all but gone now.
Retreating. Hiding to be reborn.
Invisible yet present.
Powering the tides and propelling the waves
That erase, cleanse and renew.
Without destruction there can be no rebuilding
Without death, no ressurection.
