Do you remember that time when we were driving and you were speaking, and I was writing down what you had to say? Do you remember that, Luna?
She smiled down at me from her watchtower in the sky and looked at me lovingly. She’s pining for something, I don’t know what. Her eyes and mouth moved to form the words I needed to hear. She was comforting me. She was a friend to whom I could tell my troubles and she would listen.
But she would also cry. She was always crying from her watchtower in the clear night sky, and I was the only one to hear her sobs. We were sisters in heart and soul and we shared our tears. I was the only one who could hear her, the only one who could understand.
Everyone else calls her the moon. But I use her proper name, Luna. She is the watcher of the night. She sees into the soul of each suffering person and sweetly whispers songs of kindness into their eyes. She wants so badly to embrace them, to hold them, to tell them that everything’s going to be okay. But she is distant and she is suffering too.
Luna is my guardian. Her bright light guides and inspires. Her deep, forlorn eyes plead for someone to hear her song. She sings of raw emotion. She sings of forgotten love, or passion, of regret, and of joy. And she loves with the love of a thousand mothers.
Do you remember, Luna? Do you remember when our two voices were the only ones in the midst of the ether that rang true? Do you remember our love, and your deep emotions? You are still sad, Luna. You still cry every night when you feel suffering. But don’t let it get you down. Feel the love of a thousand mothers and Live. Live, Luna. Learn to Live.