The Moon

Image source: Private collection. Obja village, Estonia.

Pacing peacefully breathing
This is home, inside my soul
The moon is upon me
Resting on the soft clouds
Doing her work, showing light in dark places
Like a beacon of the sky
Of the inner mind
What’s there to find?
You ask
Heart and soul, meaning
Depth if I look deep enough
What do I do with all that depth?
Revel in it baby
Jump in it, rest in it
Get lost in it
Let it turn my heart inside out
That’s what I’ll find
My truest of selves
My innocence
My fire
My burning desire
All that’s spread out for me to admire
So I’ll do my best to let it transpire
For the moon is my gun for hire


Ian Altosaar

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