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Thursday 1 October 2015

The Gift

He had promised her the moon,
it was one he wished to keep;
as his patter and his vanities
had landed him in trouble deep

At first he tried to net it,
the light, it just filtered through;
his aim was bang on target
but the moon, would not be… harpooned

At a loss for what to do,
he called, then, upon wise stars;
he begged them to surround it
but they ignored him from afar

Grandiose heroic plans
were mostly well intended;
though blatantly ill-equipped
unimpressed was his intended

He knew if, now, defeated
she would never trust again;
with his energy depleted
oh how could he, the moon, contain?

Then a wise old owl flew by
enquired "what, sir, is your woe"
he explained his dire dilemma
how his love was sure to go

After some lengthy contemplation
the owl benignly chastised;
"fool, you've the moon already,
I see her shining in your eyes"

"If you want to give her the moon
then it's yourself, that you must give;
wholly and unselfishly
for only there can, true, love live"

So that eve he took his love
to a spot beside the lake;
and with moon-eyes he pledged true love
forever-plans they did make 

The morale of this poem
is that love is not possessed
it shines within our actions
an unconditional bequest

© Debbie Razey 2016 (revisited)