A Night With The Moon Poem by A.B. Black Waltz

Tonight is different from any other nights.
Tonight, I celebrate my existence.
I sit here by the seashore watching nothing but the magnificence of the moon.
How often can one see the moon at its full bloom?
Every month, the moon stands out in the velvet night sky.
Just ones in every month and in every month,
There are four weeks.
In every week,
There are seven days.
Time doesn’t move that fast and now,
I celebrate with this huge pearl in the sky surrounded by small white gems.
I am holding this fine crystal wine glass.
I filled it with this liquid of such intoxicating taste that scorches my throat,
And yet, the slow rush of warmth makes me want to have more.
I propose a toast to the moon as I held my glass up high.

“For us…that we may meet ones again in this same spot, my dear friend.”

A sudden wind chilled my body as its cold trail crept into my skin.
The coolness lingered in my bones.
I blinked as I just remembered something that bothered my mind.
Maybe the wind had reminded me of it as it rippled down my spine.
I gaze back at the sky and talk to the moon:

“I had better days; dying now is no issue to me.
After all those times with my wife,
After my children had children of there own,
I am ready to die now.
I cower in fear of life because life is an adventure.
Life is ventured since you won’t know what is ahead if you’re afraid to face it.
The adventure might harm me. It may also kill me as I go on.
But I am done with the adventure.
I had been brave enough to face the challenges of life.
Now that I have fulfilled my duties,
Of providing the light of knowledge and being the light myself,
Death is nothing to me.
I just celebrated my very existence,
Don’t you think I can also celebrate my death on the same night? ”

I just talked to someone who cannot tell me what she thinks.
If the moon can only tell her mind, she might discourage me.
But what was I to know?
She might have another opinion.
The moon was a good listener, as a mother to her child,
Smiling at the innocent question of her young.

Tonight is different from any other nights.
Tonight, I celebrate the day of my existence.
The moon was a good listener as she kept still and become patient with me.
I will wait for another month to see you again, dear friend.

(for Orange...and his wife)