Lunar Light

I walk along the sand, considering the moon,
The power with which it pulls the tides…
The ever-present cycle of dark to complete,
The light that reflects brightly off the water.

I no longer hold the cycle of the moon,
But the tides still pull, if not stronger.
The moon still swells from new to full,
Nine cycles long only buried deep…

Joy x 2, hidden away and increasing
The moon shines only on them for now,
Another’s treasure hidden in my womb-
Turning their tides and lighting their night.