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Memento mori (a)
A new day only just begun,
with moon low in hazy blue,
full and transparent.
"Memento mori" I heard in the silence.
She had been a witness to
our marriage in the West.
We stood high while she rose;
Her father sinking slow behind the peaks.
How small you and I in this world.
I dreamed you were those Western Isles!
Seen all this before, but not like this:
With you in my breath.
How could I forget? But I do.
Again and again and yet again.
Yes, morning light brings joy and hope.
But morning moon reminds me of our timeless love.Memento mori
Memento mori (b)
A new day's promise just fulfilled,
with shy moon low in hazy blue,
full but transparent.
"Memento mori" she whispered across all my lives.
Eternal grave witness
to a secret Western wedding.
We, suspended in sacred silence while she rose,
her radiant father withdrawing behind all-knowing peaks.
How expectant you and I with this world!
And then I dreamed you were those Western Isles.
Once only, ever, like this,
With you in my breath.
How could I forget? But I do.
Again and again and yet again.
Yes, morning sun brings joy and hope,
but morning moon reminds me of our timeless love.
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MORNING MOON
I remember the morning moon
I remember how you danced
how you felt to me
so glad you took the chance
I remember the morning moon
the deafening wall of doubt
is somehow quieted
by such a joyous shout
Oh how far we’ve come
In search of how to be
and we create it
I remember the morning moon
Being angry at myself
I get stuck inside my head
and can’t get past myself
Oh how far we’ve come
In search of how to be
and we create it
I remember The morning moon
As we came around the bend
I remember what I said to you
I’m glad that we are friends
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MORNING MOON
By Sophie Unwin
Morning Moon.
I wake at 2 am
To find the full force of the morning moon
Bearing down on me
On the wane but nearly full
White with a soft haze blazing through an overcast sky
Drunk with her own declining power
I had gone to bed early
On an empty stomach, no caffeine, hot bath
She made a mockery of my attempts to sleep
My muscles heavy with sleep
My mind and heart racing, trying to piece together thought and breath
Dragging the tides of my being out to sea
Later when day brings relief
And my mind belongs to itself again
I will see her, an echo of her nighttime self, thin sliver from my memory.
Reflectance is so thrilled to present this offering! This album represents a sampling of work created by the Authentic Artist Collective as an experiment to explore what would arise if musicians and poets and visual artists all created a work with the same title of "Morning Moon". The intention here is to use these works to raise awareness and funds for the bursary for the collective to ensure that lack of funds are less of a barrier for artists to participate!
For more about the Authentic Artist Collective follow this link:
authenticartist.co.uk/authentic-artist-collective/4540025948