Poems for Luna

by alafoel

Poem for Luna

Let this moment stretch eternal,
as eternity is granted back to you:
As the drop of water in the ocean gives way
to an impossible number of oceans more
never sailed,
yet to sail.
Here with wings once more fluffed,
horn tangled again in warmth,
with a past two steps behind you.
Carved into stone.

How could it be?
How could it be you?
Wrangled maw
of promise untrue:
of Scream and Shout
and fearful foals,
little eyes yet wider open
begging to meet with yours
and tell you
you're the same.

Are you made of stone, I ask?
The statue that stands behind you
no longer moves it's legs
just lets them hang in place
and soak
in rainwater
stained.

Rainwater too
stains your own,
but now
your legs can move.

The only thing left to do
is

live.