Touching the Moon

Touching the moon
is more a case of faith
than great technique.
It’s not how close you get,
but how you mend the distance.

Reverie, like guttering candles,
makes brief shadows.
Once the spark is spent,
the faint scent is remembered.

On the days this world
turns us a cold shoulder,
All our gold doesn’t count for much.
It is not what we hold that warms our hearts,
but only what we touch.

4 thoughts on “Touching the Moon

  1. Sarah,

    So very, very true.
    I also truly love the image of the girl touching the moon, the one who you painted so deftly with your pen. Delightful poem with a wisdom beyond words.

    as ever,

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