There’s a full moon rising over Firenze
My rose quarts in the window reflects a tiny white light.
I like to think that the moon is reflecting back the shine of the rose quartz too.
A small pink glow to illuminate her third eye.
If I could sit down to tea with the moon;
I imagine we would talk about long distance relationships.
We’d complain about being on opposite sides of the world from our counterpart.
She’d remind me that even though they can not be in the same sky at the same time,
That her light would not shine the way it does with out the existence of the sun.
Shining- on his own- where ever he may be.
She would remind me that it’s natural to ebb and flow, to wax and wane (each of us fulfilling our personal duties)
She would say:
“But isn’t it beautiful how connected we are? One would not function right with out the other!”
We would talk about how we orbit one another.
The moon and I,
Our loves and us.
I would offer her some more tea
Looking into a cup of emptiness
And she would say:
“Tonight I am full,
no need for excess.”
Before she would make room in the sky for the sun to rise,
She would remind me to harvest all that has been cultivating within me.
She would tell me not to worry
for she will return the next night
to sit and talk to me
over some rose quarts
and a cup of tea.