traversing trepeditiously on wiley brambled hill steep
in ancient deep rooted canyon
with muddy boot abandon
she climbs high among trees’ canopy shadows settling in for the evening
as cool lingering tulle fog tickles heels far from complacency
taunting impending sporadic rain
oblivious to any craggy obstacles
that may challenge her way
above canopy of evergreens an owl swoops stealthily startling the brush
coquettish moon emerges
like a vestal virgin
from behind curtain
then smoothly seeks solace
in contemplative gadabout clouds
sequestering herself in order
to recharge and enlighten others
shyly shielding her glory temporarily taking respite from angst, egotistical attention and accolades,
again, mother moon hangs chillaxing
lifting spirits with quiet reflection
soft movements nearly undetectable her quest for momentary responsibility to shines silvery on in her own time
deep purple waves undulate under
weight of the soft silver memory of
distant glistening light stars
between intermittent spurts
of delicate rain and speckled mist
she relinquishes her light
but for a mere moment
to rest her weariness for a nanomoment regaining strength of shedding light upon the darkening canyon
Jack and Jill share buckets
full of illuminating secrets
refusing to fall down that blesséd hill
obscured from peering eyes
with short sighted ulterior motives and wagging tongues,
onward she decides to hold ground
trusting in primal instinct
knowing
those who look deeper beyond horizon of splendourous celebration of Autumnal night sky will see more than meets the eye
with hearfelt authenticity she seeks beyond scintillating skies
yeildng her brilliant birthright light
empowering inward during her momentary sabbatical
less weight,
now has she,
than carrying heavy
water logged buckets uphill,
tumbling shadows rise up and over streams plump with recent rains
water falling gently onwards over
craggy grey ancient granite
and recently felled trees
cool and mossy
in deep introspection
moon,
finally
having had enough
enough enough enough
being fully sick and tired
of long stories
of cows jumping over her
to get to the other sides of darkness,
reflects
eventually rejecting sublimation to counterparts, evolving into symbiotic syzygy
one-two-three aligned like soldiers
crickets begin to fade
as bullfrogs emerge
And at just that very moment, her light returns
lending forgiveness to the staggering changes mentoring great lessons one being
even during darkest moments
when we feel most invisible
trusting with true intent
the eventuality that cycles
will always reveal complete wholeness once again
patiently awaiting ecliptic emergence
in muted light slowly gathering strength to emerge powerful
after undulating moments of overwhelming treacle thick darkness
interspersed with glimmering hope
under the light of the moon
blooms an affluent splendor
enlightening our purposeful path
out from deepest depths of darkness
she cries: follow the path of light, I promise to reveal your way despite any pending darkness that has consumed your soul
i will help shine the way
