i have not seen the moon

I have not seen the moon since you and I went up the hill to dance. I have only taken a white rose that was tumbling over an old woman's wall, and laid it in your hands like a prayer. Maybe the moon is a prayer the earth has made, and the sun is patiently answering. Maybe I will see it tomorrow.

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1 comment:

  1. i like that idea greatly, the moon as a prayer of the earth...

    i know i talk about my grandmother much, but---this makes me think of her rosary, with its moony beads, lying on her dressing table. i never heard her prayers, but i know she made them. how i hope some, at least, were answered.