a crying Moon
My Moon shakes and trembles,
Sea water flows down her smooth face.
Drops shiver at the tip of her nose in the harsh breath of emotion.
Her head and shoulders droop with the Sadness.
My hands cup each of her cheeks,
As if they can force the pain out of them.
The tighter I hold her the more pain I feel,
So I press my forehead to hers.
It seeps into my finger tips,
Up my arms and to my shoulders.
It washes down my face and neck,
Until my heart contracts painfully,
Sagging into a deep ache.
The Sadness fills my chest with a vast and horrible emptiness,
and, with relief, I know we’re safe.
