I have always been a girl of the sun.
The sight of a new morning
spilling gold through my window -
I always felt I could grab it,
wrestle it, to shape the day to my will.
But for your sake,
I can be a girl of the moon,
wandering in foggy half shadows,
and making friends of whispers.
I can look up at the moon
and see the difference
of a hair between our perspectives.
of a hair between our perspectives.
My lips, pliable and willing
to form words strange to my ears,
wishing to use them,
to be able to fly in the moon’s path,
and know the stars better.
Do you want to see the sun?
Are you as curious as I
to understand the opposite side of the world?
Then walk in the sunlight with me
and fly, even in some small way, by day,
until the moon and sun both belong to us.
Song Choice: In Your Eyes (Live Version) by Peter Gabriel
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What a delightful fancy!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I enjoyed the bit of whimsy in it.
DeleteWow, Rommy. I think this might my favorite poem that you've written. It is really lovely, ethereal, beautiful. Nice, nice write. :-)
ReplyDelete*blush* Thank you for the high praise. I really liked playing with the words in this one.
DeleteAs a dedicated morning person, I really appreciate your homage to the early sun. As a fierce lover of the moon, I have always tried to live in a house where the moon bathed me as I slept. I don't have that now, and I miss it. Thank you for blending the two worlds so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteYAY! Another morning person. LOL, I've had to become a morning person when I had little ones, but I've come to appreciate watching the opening of a new day as much as I love the mystery of the night over time.
DeleteOh, beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you *grin*
DeleteI think I'm a morning person really.. but for the right person I would meet the moon... like my muse.. who never want to see the sun
ReplyDeleteBroadening one's horizons is a small price to pay to delight the elusive muse.
DeleteOh my goodness, this is so beautiful! I especially love "But, for your sake, I can be a girl of the moon." Awesome write!
ReplyDeleteThanks!I like the way it made me feel when I wrote it :)
DeleteI like your girl either, Rommy. In the sunlight I shine, I'll help her look for the other side of the world. I've been to some of it and could be of help. We could even dig our way through if she like the dark with NO moon.
ReplyDeleteAt night, in the moon, I howl. In full moon time I have fangs and bite people's nrcks, mostly girls'. When we aren't howling or biting I'd love to try her desired flight. Especially when pliable lips are involved.
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When two souls are of an equal mind, they can find their bliss anyplace they choose.
DeleteLovely poem filled with sunny warmth !
ReplyDeleteThanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteI love the joy and hope in this, a poem that recognizes things are possible. A bit of give, a shuffle of ideas and we can see both sides, under sunshine or moonlight.
ReplyDeleteWhen something does give us that joy, hope is an expected companion.
DeleteThis is almost like a song--a very interesting approach to empathy. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteI do sometimes wonder what some of my poems would sound like set to music.
DeleteRommy, there is such beauty in these words... in the contrasts... in the way speaker and subject seem to complement each other. Your poem speaks of what the world needs in order to breed happiness and goodwill--people who understand that differences working together is what keeps the world from fading, what helps it evolve.
ReplyDeleteLove the question. Yes, I do. ♥
The world would be a better place if differences weren't thought of as threatening and rather new territories to be explored and eventually, hopefully, understood.
DeleteWhistles!!! This is absolutely gorgeous writing Rommy :D such a beautiful and ethereal quality to this poem especially adore "But for your sake, I can be a girl of the moon. Wandering in foggy half shadows, and making friends of whispers." Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤❤
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
DeleteLove it just as much the second time around. Today, I must have love in my mind, for the bit that touched me the deepest is the willingness of the speaker to do whatever it takes, in order to become one with her beloved. Just yummy. ♥
ReplyDeleteThis was a fun one to revisit.
DeleteLove your poem, the contrast between the dawn and the moonlit night, the willingness to share both and be happy :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks. I liked developing the theme of balance and opposites in this.
DeleteThat commitment to love when you are so smitten changing even yourself hoping of course he also sees the beauty of the moon. I think the moon tells me more secrets but the sun is more brazen! What a great poem this is.
ReplyDeleteI agree with your assessment of the sun and moon. :)
Delete"until the moon and sun both belong to us." that's just the full life....awesome...
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you enjoyed it :)
DeleteSuch a compromise - and yet a fulfilling one perhaps if you can show the other path... beautifully done and long may the sun be inside you
ReplyDeleteI think if both grow, with a bit of the other inside their hearts, then the compromise was worth it. Happy you stopped by!
DeleteWonderful. I love this possibility of seeing from both perspectives – and you make both sound enticing.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that I managed to express the beauty of both sides.
DeleteBeautiful...I especially loved the last line, it's so positive... :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteI am looking forward to the Mid summer solstice...when sun and moon become one :D XXX
ReplyDeleteMe too!
DeleteYou're wise to ask him to share your sun as you share his moon.
ReplyDelete" until the moon and sun both belong to us." Love that line.
Glad you enjoyed it <3
DeleteI'm glad you shared this on FB, Rommy--I would have hated to have missed it. The whole thing is lively and thoughtful at the same time, and really reminds me of you--or how I think of you, anyway. There was a huge orange moon setting when I got up at 5 am today, and I was thinking how much it looked like the sun--this poem seems to create the same metaphor, in a more intricate and satisfying way.
ReplyDeleteAs this poem makes me smile, I'm honored to have you think of me. :)
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