The Sun’s Lament to the Moon By the dimming of the firelight I see a lovely glow Arising from the still dark night His light to me does show But only in the darkest hours Stolen moments before he rests Oh harsh moon how can you be so cruel so rare, so full my breast my heart is merely fuel. Don’t bring me gentle promises Don’t mock me with your light Appearing as the answer to a cold and endless night. Bright shine and beautiful Ever to offer more? Have I broken your cold heart? Have you cast me on your shore? Oh moon. I want you by my side, But I am the fiery sun. The two never to collide. Illusions cast Grasping rays of moonlight empty hands. Maybes and dreams carried away on the heat of rising dew Sun breaking fast. Anew. Renew. D.R.H. copyright Donna R. Hedges 2021
Shooting the Moon Oh moon What have you done? Collecting penalties On captured hearts. Discarding them Once again. Placed aside Till some later time When they may serve Your purpose again. You are no better than a common thief Betting on tricks in blackjacket. Playing hearts for fun. Know this dear gambler of mine, The Ace of my heart Will not be played So easily. Perhaps that was what you wanted, all along. DRH Copyright 2021 Donna R Hedges
The Game Tightly wrapped feet Cool breeze Dusting faces. Strong hands tightening laces All the way up. Double knot. Newly minted feet. Wobbly legs. "Steady, Son. Hold onto me.” Step. Step. Glide. Again. Freedom! Joy. Losing balance... Bruises and bumps. Pick yourself up. Again and again. Strong praise. Stronger love. Thanks, Dad. Time shared. It’s OK. “I love you dad.” “I’m proud of you, son.” Change of game. Now we watch. A bond created. Trial. Triumph. This game of life. Some wins. Some loss. Same dusting off. Same love. Same game. Time still precious. “Steady, Dad. Hold on to me.” DRH Copyright 2021 Donna R. Hedges
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