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Christian Bixler
Poems
Oct 2023
Moon Song
I have a heart
used to yearning.
To swelling, full
to the brim of presence.
To aching when
presence is absent.
When it is I feel
like a man looking
at the moon.
White and large
on a clear
night.
And reaching up,
up in vain.
I never hoped
I would hold the moon.
Though longing for it
has shaped me; has
made love a feeling
of horizons, of beauty
at far distances.
I loved, let
love fill me, and
did not hope.
And yet,
when I look at my hand now
I find it full..
And light spills from my fingers
to wash my arm, my face
in wonder.
I have found
what I sought.
And beyond hope
my longing
is ended.
For the moon is beautiful,
is beautiful,
is beautiful.
And all fears and doubts
are vanished,
for her light is cool
and blessed; and yet
draws a fire that flows
through me, bringing
hope, life, strength.
I have found my desire.
But my heart
is used to
yearning.
I will begin a new passion
as true, and longer lived
than the old.
I will hold the moon to my heart,
and meet my desire with my love.
And my hand will shelter it,
inward-facing.
May it always be so,
that my hand will shelter her.
That her light not dim,
nor beauty fade while I hold her.
That from my eyes
her light will return,
ever brighter and
more beautiful.
I have outstretched
my hand, and returned it.
And the light which
I sought dwells with me.
I am blessed,
and the world
is beautiful.
I am blessed,
and my heart
is full.
May it always be so.
May it always be so.
#love
#beauty
#hope
Written by
Christian Bixler
25/M/Colombus, GA
(25/M/Colombus, GA)
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