The Tide

Just as the tide


and falls

with the song of the moon,

so too must all life.

How could it be

any other way?

This I ask myself,

knowing the answer within

feels sure as the moon herself.


A Bright New Day

Moon sat at the edge of the rainbow,

where the dark clouds shone silver in the sky.

‘Rain if you must, dark clouds. I am ready.’

And when the rain came, moon wept

for the day that had come to an end.

‘It’s time,’ Moon said.

‘It’s time for the bright new day to begin.’

back view beach clouds dawn
Photo by Riccardo Bresciani on