Moon

Watching the moon alone in the skies brings back childhood memories. All children in our neighborhood would celebrate every time she is full. Since our parents couldn't stop us from playing, they would just gather together and talked about the achievements of their sons and daughters. Yes, we overheard it sometimes. We laughed, ran around, shouted. Our footsteps echoed throughout the neighborhood.

When I went home for a vacation, the entire street was very quiet. There are still children around but I think they are now pre-occupied with electronic gadgets, games, television shows. The silence is deafening. I realized, gone are the days when full moon means instant celebration and when the children ruled the streets.

The moon can be one's bestfriend too. Without anyone to turn to, you can go up to the roof, lie down, and talk to the moon who is very much willing to listen to you. Her light is enough to comfort you. You can tell her your secrets, inspirations, frustrations. She will listen intently. She will be the keeper of your memories and anytime she can refresh them to you. And she won't tell anyone.

Full Moon

Full moon,
I sit on this artificial beach
with the half-filled wine bottle
and reminisce the moment
of being together.
This moon
and the gentle breeze witnessed
our first kiss in sunflower field,
can’t forget the mocha scent of your lipstick;
you danced like a fairy,
swayed to the beat of the wind --
I was smitten.
One starless night,
you never came to our own spice-bush,
I waited for your embrace
until the spotlight turned off.

Next month --
there will be another full moon
again,
another moment of reminiscing.

/totomai

Cheesefest! I think I need an antibiotic now! Where is my sake?

/totomai
01/20/09