The Moon Between The Trees
Ann Rich
It was the night after the full moon,
This was the night that I saw the moon between the trees.
It was huge,
The color of melon,
My world was lit as my life had instantly risen.
I saw light gray clouds, all dismayed with its dark blue visions.
My moment had come forth and all at once I felt a life inside begin to breathe.
Three decades of life had passed by me.
Cascades of shadows erupting, dark and gray.
Now they evolve in true sight, and this for my eyes to see!
“Oh My God”!
“Oh God”, this is my world, all mine,
And this is what I have dropped before Thee?
At such a long distance, that glimmer has covered over me.
So many nights I lay before Thee.
Not one word, and not even one moment heard,
For it was silence, For I could not breathe!
An hour had passed since I saw the moon between the trees,
It had vanished and no longer could I see.
The dark blue vision, the one that could not breathe.
I saw the melon with its glimmer, the one that had covered over me.
I felt the breath that I could not breathe.
“Oh My God”! My God, I have found what I lay before Thee!
I have found the vision of gray and how huge it was to see!
“Oh My God”! Dear God, I have forsaken this precious life you have given to me!
