I watched
as the morning’s full Moon was swallowed by the ragged edges of Earth’s
dawn. Closer than normal, I could almost
sense its breath as it descended into the canyons of darkness and into the depths
of another land. And I was left standing
high atop a bridge, thinking of this game of hide-and-seek, feeling the heat of
oranges and purples of the Sun rising at my back. A
sense of emptiness…
The birds
were protesting the absence of their contemplation, singing at the top of their
lungs – could it be that they understood the thoughts running through my
head? It became evident to me that
nobody else would…
“Where
are you going?” I asked the Moon before it abandoned the sky.
Nowhere in particular, just moving
apart for a while…
“For how
long?” I asked.
Until you’re ready…
“Ready
for what?”
For come what may…
I
pondered for a long while, turning minutes into hours, and watching morning turn
to dusk. The birds that had whispered
their silence throughout my visit now sat quietly, once more, in between the
branches of the trees that surrounded my atmosphere. I was no longer trapped in a worldly bubble,
and yet, the air felt as suffocating as the discomfort of my night upon the
short visit of the full Moon.
Quick and
distant, my logic had devised a plan to betray my sleep. Shadows lurking behind me were left unseen,
but their presence was felt by the vision of my other senses. And then the effect of solitude was magnified
trice more by the realization that truly, I was alone.
There must be a full moon outside
tonight I heard
them say as a response to my complaint.
The phrase seemed to be created to help make sense of
out-of-the-ordinary happenings that occur within the moods of one being or
another. Was it true? I wondered.
Like the myth of men and werewolves, could the Moon have such a strong
effect on the lament of an Aquarian man?
I was
having too much of a playtime with my brain.
The horoscopes within could not answer the questions posed – nor could
they attempt to soothe the discontent of my mood.
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