Imagine to Remember

I am restless tonight, sleep will escape me, this full moon demands me, calls to me.

“Come and see me, open your windows, draw back your curtains, let my light flood your dwellings, bathe you in this silvery blue glow. My embrace is not warm like the sun, I have a different gift to offer, into my school of mysteries, into the cool waters of my knowing, reflecting back to your own lovely face in the expanse of my light. I am the friend to women and creature alike, and all those drawn to my strange beauty. They have demeaned me you see, said I was nothing but a cold rock, lifeless, wholly dependent on the sun. My beauty is as it has always been, it is you who needs the sun’s help to see my face with all its wrinkles and dimples. The earth, like the moon is feminine, and I am her friend and she is mine. I have watched over her, accompanying her on her yearly migrations, watching her daily alterations. But we are growing old, two crones in the twilight of their long, long lives. One day you will look up and find that I am not there, and beneath your feet you will feel the crumbling of the earth, she too will be dying. So while we are here, a few years longer, love us, honour us, delight in our wonders, tell your children about the great mother beneath them and their auntie in the sky.”