Illustration: Liselle Powder
The moon stared at me with eyes so bright,
as she looked down on my pitiful face.
I wonder if I would see my love, as
the ship sails in the distance.
Her light made way for the merchant ships
for the maidens call them home.
I sat upon the mountain, as the wind
whispers my name.
I long to see my love, but will he be the same?
The moon wrapped herself with puffy
white blankets, as if to offend me.
“The light, the light. I need the light,” I screamed.
She pulled the blankets ever more so tight
as darkness was all around me.
The waves grew rough. I looked on in fright.
Nothing to be seen.
I clenched my fist and held my chest
as the waves crashed to the shore.
The winds were strong, the moon was gone.
“My love, my love,” I cried in pain.
Just then, a flickering light,
as it draws close I can see.
The maidens came out, the merchants are home
as the moon refused not to be seen.
