I walk out into a vista of peace.
She floats on a sea of cloud,
surprising me with her hushed beauty.
A milk-blue heaven spreads
from under my balcony roof
wide, and across to the mountains.
In my back yard courtyard
I find her again, high
in the centre of the sky.
Wisps of veiling drift over her face
as I blow her a kiss
and call the quarters.
Tonight I greet her alone.
He is in bed. He tires early now
and forgets our old, shared rituals.
When I said goodnight, I reminded him,
‘This is a night of power.
What shall I request for you?’
‘Health and strength?’ I prompted,
‘Love and happiness?’
‘All that,’ he said, and we laughed.
Then I grew serious.
‘Really, what do you want?’
‘Deep sleep,’ he replied, fervent.
And so I ask on his behalf
and for myself
I request courage.
Journalling my relationship with the moon: 16