The Moon ... and ... The Love Of A Woman

I have a child-like fascination of the moon ... constantly intrigued ... filled with wonder ... I dance in delight, many times, at just the sight.  Often, my children and friends are recipients of either a whisper, scream or phone call to "come and see THIS moon!"  I'm not sure why, and I've never questioned.  I am just thrilled that I find delight.  This fascination is especially apparent on a day that may have brought an intense feel of loneliness/seclusion, overwhelming emotions, or "things" not going exactly as "planned".  I am MOST grateful for a beautiful moon at the end of those types of days as it re-births hope inside of me.  The day balances.  The nighttime brings peace.  Good solitude.  My insides quiet.  And respect. 

That's what a beautiful moon demands:  Respect.  And awe.

It is only at this very moment, right after I have written that last line, that I understand why I would have dared thought to put what I am feeling tonight of the moon I witnessed after a long night at work together with this poem I read yesterday and can't get out of my heart.  "The love of a woman", also demands:  Respect.  And awe!!!

The Love Of A Woman ... by Robert White Creely


The love of a woman
is the possibility
which surrounds her as hair
her head, as the love of her


follows and describes
her. But what if
they die, then there is
still the aura


left, left sadly, but
hovers in the air, surely,
where this had taken place?
Then sing, of her, of whom


it will be said, he
sang of her, it was the
song he made which made her
happy, so she lived.


My insides quiet tonight out of respect (and awe) of the moon high in the sky ...
and knowing that it was the song he made which made me happy ...
... and so she danced ........ ~Terri