Spoiler
Another quick write, rip it apart.
I Am the Girl of the Moon
I lie back on my crescent hammock
As it drifts on through the sky,
Swung ‘round the earth by a motherly hand;
The air whispers the lullaby.
Well the man of the moon (this is my brother)
Will be back from the rings soon (or so says Moon Mother)
Saying, “Diana dear, isn’t it clear? Our home will be waning soon.”
Then must I wander? To Mars’ desert or Jupiter’s dune?
Bow and arrow at hand, I promise Moon Mother,
“I’ll be back to you soon, not long at all,”
And I can only hope she understands;
So I leave, through the fields of stars that spin and stall.
And so I wander to a place (quite far from home),
As constellations map my way through space (and the Beyond, where none shall roam)
Until Moon Brother and I are together,
Speaking of little, not minding the weather.
And to Moon Mother I return to my hammock
Dizzy and dreary but none the less pleased,
As the world spins around me and I spin as well,
My journey one that’s left me breezed,
But with my arrow and my bow,
Know doubt the stories will show
That I am the girl of the Moon,
The young huntress of the dying stars,
The explorer of Venus, Uranus and Mars,
Of travels I’ll tell my sweet Mother Moon
And leave when I must but be back again soon.
See, Moon Brother and I? We both understand,
For we are the guardians of this celestial land.
