Hunter’s Moon
Tonight, the sky is heavy with light,
a copper globe rising over the trees,
its edges softened by the chill.
Silent as the woods wait below,
and in the distance, shadows stretch,
elongated whispers of the day.
The moon calls to those who listen,
its pale voice echoing through the branches,
reminding us of what is hunted,
and what is lost.
The earth holds its breath.
Leaves rustle in the wind's slow sigh,
a heartbeat shared between the stars
and the creatures that walk beneath.
The night is not still—
it pulses, it watches, it remembers.
A reminder,
of seasons turning and the wild within us
that never sleeps.
Painted Moonlight
Fated lovers pause
’Midst moonlight's painted glow -
Star scattered skies and
Dual moons mirrored,
Hunting twin souls afar -
Two hearts, one beat -
Over deserts and destined pathways,
Mountains, seas, and skies,
Submitting to the moon's direction
Draped in love's fateful guise.
As though entwined, two hearts
Leap to the beckoned echoes
Of a hunter's moonlight,
Quivering, glowing, gleaming
As flower petals fall,
Stretching far over skies
That seek only to divide.
Twin souls and twin hearts
Find the intersecting solace,
Crisscrossing and aligning
'Neath one fated moon,
As they answer love's
Destined, gallant call.
Cynthia Calder, 10.17.24
Do you feel anything?
I feel. I don't know how I feel. A little empty, a little too full, a little sad, a little happy, a little too much, or not enough. In a word, I'm gray. I'm never gray. I'm black or white. But gray... never. I experience too much or not enough, I laugh too much or cry too much, I feel too much or feel nothing. There's no middle ground for me. Half-measures, I don't know that rule. I give everything or I give nothing. Isn't that normal? I don't know. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I always love too much, maybe not. I always love too much when I love yes, but I don't love easily. Interesting questions. Can I develop? No. Why not? Because I don't know what I'm talking about, that's all. It's a subject lost at the back of my mind. I don't want to be understood, I don't want to understand. It's something that can't be understood or explained. It's just me. Do you understand? Maybe not. Do I understand? Less much.
