The Forgotten Face (2002)

Against the black cloth

You light;

Against the thick drop

You shine.

You die you born,

We can’t see you

But we know you’re there.

You had mystery,

We had imagination.

Then we had answers

And all magic was lost.

Did you know you had craters,

and mountain ranges

and plains

and faults

and rays?

And all along we thought they were dimples

and scars

and birth marks

and wrinkles

and laugh lines.

You have remained a constant satellite

Watching the changes of those who judge you.

I’d rather a wrinkle any day.

~ In Celebration of the Moon ~