At the Dark of the Moon
As you unfold your wet wings,
dear vulnerable one,
the moon rests from our gaze;
she, also, tender.
At the dark of the moon,
the sun still shines
on the side of her we cannot see.
You, too, earthling,
receive the light of love
even when you are blind to it.
Here, take mine,
now when you have need.
When it’s someone else’s turn
to swim in the frightening Dark,
you can offer yours,
you can pass it on,
the invisible and real
light of love
from the other side
of the beautiful moon.
©Susa Silvermarie 2022
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