The lady moon looks down
upon the earth
her pale, rough surface
once worshipped
as a goddess deserves
but now she is forgotten
and alone, she sings
in her silent solitude
in the language of the tides
she sings of lovers
who swore by her light
and then vanished into the rising sun
she writes love letters
of gravity and longing
that pull oceans into her yearning
poets once called her
a goddess, an enchantress, a mother
but now they never look up
so, she hides her glow
behind the veils of a storm
and weeps a rain of the coldest light
upon the shivering bones of midnight
she knows the name of every woman
left waiting at windows
for a love that will not return
she sings only for them
her haunting lullaby
one long note of tragic tristesse
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 