Blood Moon

Quiet soothes the night

Those who do not fully live

Are asleep to face tomorrow

Without seeing today

How many falling leaves have they missed?

Yet aware of none

For they are trained to require more

And boredom perpetually obscures

The beauty of rare moments

And the details of an ever changing life

That make even the simplest experience

Feel rich, diverse and serene

Crickets are the only sound

Reminding me the world’s alive

I am in the moment

I do not care what is tomorrow

I am caressed by the soft breeze

The stars are standing

Ever vigilant above me

Watching over us

Influencing us

With invisible puppet strings

But I am a child of the moon

And that is why I am here

It begins a perfect radiant sphere

Then minute by minute

It collapses in upon itself

Until it is consumed

Leaving no more behind

Than a glowing shadow of itself

Is it a luminous ping pong ball?

Or a flushed eye looking back at us?

Is it an early representation of the man in the moon?

Inspired by the gleaming crescent to one side

With a friendly profile smiling off into the night

Like a kindly grandfather out on the porch

A wispy cloud drifts across his face

Mars screams out “I’m here too!”

But he is no match for the majesty

Of this Blood Moon’s omnipresence

Nor can the clouds diminish him

Though they try to hide his magnificence

Then reinforcements are summoned

And the tide changes

The moment is fading

But it is not lost

Because I was here

Living instead of dreaming

by David Stein
April 15, 2014

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