each time she rises
February 23, 2012
Who changes the moon’s face each time she rises? She is always new, almost unrecognizable from the night before.
Portals close as you neglect desire. Whether from the weakness of hesitation or fear, fire dies if it goes unfed. Don’t ignore open doors, some never return from that memory: waiting. I see your uncertainty, your self-doubt, and it is too real.
The waiting is beautiful, those words were said by someone whose love was brief and full of absence. Like the love of so many men. My father. And the others I’ve forgotten.
What will the moon’s face say tonight? Will she tell the story of the sun, who was silent in response to her signals? The magnanimous sun! Even he can’t bear the concentration of matter and energy that her beauty is, has to stay so far away in order to admire her.
© Tahminah Zaman
