Tonight we meet again.
Not since 1948.
Is it mere coincidence?
68 years ago we gazed at the moonrise from verandas overloooking the sea
We sipped sweet mint tea and spoke in hushed tones as the sky darkened
perhaps even gasped at she climbed the horizon, illumating her glorious fullness.
What A marvel! I could hear my great grandfather say. How bright it must have appeared to them then in the cloudless Levant evening.
Was the moon whispering messages then, as she is today?
Or it enough to just shine her glow on all our dark spaces.
“I see you” she exclaims dryly. Like a sibling’s weary game. “You can come out now.”
Build your dreams
There is no where left to hide.