…matriarch of time and tides

The lady moon
matriarch of time and tides
not born of morning
no daughter of the sun
her ever watchful eyes
always surveying her realm
the darkness does not phase her
for she knows she owns it

long before time was a concept
she called to the lonely tides
with her arms open wide
and the tides joyfully obeyed
their elegant ebb and flow
an eternal courtesy
from the ocean to its queen

beneath her glowing gaze
shivering trees unfold their leaves
as if she had whispered…now
for time also belongs to her
softly spinning in silence
the aching rhythm of her cycles
ebb and flow, darkness and light
an endlessly long arc of grief
this has become her wisdom
floods returning to the womb
in sacred tides of renewal

she is the velvet silence
the unseen clocks within our bones
calmed by the hush of her hymns
time becomes meaningless
she owns the moonlight
the turning of the oceans
and the rhythm of the tides

in the breath between thoughts
she is the much-needed light
in the dark fields of the mind
drawing our beloved echoes
like tides from our chests
a slow and generous muse
who makes sure that we always
come back to shore
©Ann Bagnall