Crescent Moon by Marie J. Ross

Marie J. Ross (RIP) and me, 2010. She has met her late husband on the other side of the moon.

I think from time to time that I miss your friendly banter. Your insistent word analysis and ticking brain figuring the right words for the poems you wrote.

I remember the heart that nothing could hold back. Your amazing life and your humility. Your sudden winning Fantasy 5 in a past that I saw echoes of after I met you. Your poetic romanticism for your late husband that spun honey poems over the years we knew you. The countless meals and workshops and readings and book projects and conversations and mutual friends.

I can only say now that you have found your peace on the other side of the moon with your late husband, you joined him in 2014 or so. I still think of you as if I could call you up and tell you how me and my wife are doing well and still writing poetry. And want to thank you for being so amazing.

Anyway here’s a late publishing of one of the works you left behind for us to use. God bless your soul out there Marie.

Crescent Moon

Train in motion

Tracks click

vying for my sleep

Twilight speaks lightly

to the horizon,

coral hues wrap

stillness around sound.

I tried closing my eyes…

I was alone missing him

he far up and content.

Was it him nudging my heart

coercing my eyes to jump

the speeding night?

Because…

in a space of momentarily illusion,

I saw him sitting there

on the tip of the crescent moon.

Spinning a kiss off a shooting star

Catching it, I pressed it to my lips,

and breathed it back to him.

Now,

The train moves slowly

in nights thick molasses,

rocking to…and… fro…

Leading me into the distance

Yet, I still see him sitting there

On Tip of the Crescent Moon.

By

Marie J. Ross

#ToDreamers

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Aspiring writer. Amateur philosopher and amateur writer of Apologetics (i.e., the Catholic reasonings). Faith-driven kindred spirit.

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