Memory Poem by Beatrice Preti

Oh, beautiful, beautiful moon!
You melt in the night, weeping into
Waters so still they might already be
frozen.
Oh, loveliness epitomised,
you remind me of another night owl
I knew once. A beautiful thing who vanished
With rising of the sun.
I think it burnt. I never thought to ask.
But we would dance for hours under your
blessed beams. Dance with the songs of
sleeping birds and angel’s harps miles
above our heads.
Oh, it was beautiful, moon. The way we smiled,
the way we forgot our cares. Your tender embrace held us
captive, and we’d while away the hours as if we
Wait.
Is that a waterfall?
Or, moon, are your beams melting towards the ground, slipping and sliding in a forceful waltz?
I cannot tell.
It shines with great passion, understanding, grace.
Forgiveness.
Oh, dear, sweet moon, grant me forgiveness!
Let me throw myself at your beams
and drown myself in your image
reflection
so that i may forget
again
that love i have lost
...moon?
please don’t tell me you have
set
so soon