Writer1326

The moon is forever changing,

never staying the exact same-

for more than a day.

As if it changes its mind everyday.

I am like the moon.

Though, my phases last months.

Once a holiday full of vast traditions,

celebrated by Celtic Pagans.

The veil between the living and dead thins,

as celebrations go on, the dancing begins.

Fires roar to life as the flames dance-

No matter the moon phase,

I know I’ll feel it’s gaze,

as I know the moons energy,

is always with me.

Its gentle light is a comfort,

one like no other energy.

A child of the moon, I am.

When the sky is clear,

and there’s no clouds to interfere-

with the sparking, sacred stars.

Waves crash against the shore,

spreading shards of crystal far-

It’s easy to ignore what lays beyond,

in the veil between the light and the dark.

I am not afraid of what may lurk.

I am afraid of what will be left,

as nothing is as simple as being erased.