Mother Moon

I knew who I was
the moment she called out to me.
I knew I was a tide,
and like all my kin,
she would determine my
ebb and flow.

I am halfway to ebbing,
halway through flowing.
She is at her standstill,
like only she can be.

I gaze at her atop a hill,
gaze through the trees;
through the sky,
and see her
in her beautiful white dress
tinged with gold.
She's dancing with
her older children,
the one's who have already spent
their days as waves;
crashing and receding.

One day we'll crash our last,
and she'll call to us again;
reach down to us again,
with her silver hands
reflecting off the clouds.
And we will join our siblings
in the black void,
dancing in our mother's light.

-yuppers, it's mine