MADAME MOON

Painting by S. Auberle



MADAME MOON 

Would we love you as much

if you didn't leave every month?

You're not a fickle lover,

we can count on your return

yet o that loss, that shrinking

of your voluptuous body  

every twenty eight days--

something old and lonely

inside us wonders

will you really return?

Might your mountains

call you one last time? 

to settle down there--

no more Earth voyages?

Who could blame you? 

Sometimes the journey gets long

and settlement in one place

can whisper enticingly, 

yet, looking down each month

you see our little lights below

begging your return, to illuminate 

one more time our lives,

our losses, our loves

one more prayer to be our lamp… 

please, Madame Moon

push back for us again

that long and lonesome night.

 

~  mimi