9TEARS OF THE MOON
One night I looked up to the sky
To find that it was black
I whispered to the wind and asked
If moonlight could come back
Next night I saw some hazy stars
But still there shone no moon
This time the wind replied and said
My friend would come back soon
Until that time, I'd have to wait
Enjoy the starry light
But why, I asked, does moonlight hide?
It should shine every night
I mean, the sun shines every day
And often longer too
Why does the moon then feel the need
To fade away from view?
The wind sighed with some sadness then
And said it would reveal
The reason why there's days each month
That moonlight is concealed
It said the moon is filled with grief
Each time that she departs
She disappears for a while
So she can mend her heart
The wind said it is hard to live
When nearly everyone
Enjoys the bolder, warmer light
Of famous brother, sun
She knows she's his reflection
That she borrows from his light
But is there not some beauty
That is special to the night?
Of course there is, I told the wind
Does not the moon think so?
Indeed, it sighed, the moon believes
We don't care for her glow
For when she shines her finest white
A candle in the night
Most people lie in bed, asleep
And wasted is her light
Except on beings of evil heart
That's what some people say
And that's what breaks her heart the most
She chases them away!
But there is also anger
In the tears that she cries
For if the sun's so wonderful
Why does he burn your eyes?
Why is it that he runs away
When winter clouds draw near?
Though there are times each month she hides
The clouds she does not fear
Great grief I felt to realise that
The moon felt so unloved
That at this very moment
She was crying high above
I could not help but cry as well
To which the wind then said
It's needful that the moon does cry
Her tears must be shed
For when her tears roll to space
They freeze to form those lights
That twinkle even when the moon
Is hidden from our sight
In fact they shine their brightest
When the moon has disappeared
I realised then the crying moon
Makes stars out of her tears
Don't tell her that I told you this
The wind asked quietly
Just make sure when she next appears
You make her come to see
That there is beauty in the night
Her light is pleasing too
But most of all, she's treasured by
Some honest hearts like you
The next night I was glad to find
The moon was shining bright
So all the things the wind had said
I whispered to the night
I swear, as I prepared to sleep
A voice spoke from above-
I heard all that you whispered
And I thank you for your love
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I just sat down without any prior incentive and started writing this poem. Granted, I'd written down some of these ideas a while ago, but I hadn't been planning to elaborate on them. Anyway, I'm really happy with the way this poem turned out, even though it was really hard to write at times. I just love coming up with my own fantastical versions of how things like the stars and moon came to be, though this version is somewhat different to "The Birth Of Love", which is another one of my 'fantastical versions'.