THE MOON IS STILL SILVER by Victoria Erickson

This poem partly stems from my fierce connection with nature…

And it stems from the sky, and partly from my fascination with how we hold things in our bodies long after they’re gone.

I’ve also always been amazed by the simple concept that the earth will continue to spin no matter what type of heartbreak is happening or how much we long for it to stop. That’s the thing about life, really. We need to keep going, and we need to find some relief from the beauty around us.

Art by Duy Huynh

The Moon is Still Silver

“I meant to tell you

the moon is still silver.

It still rises same as it used to rise,

shedding light onto cities and lands

softened by the coming of night.

I meant to tell you that I still gaze up,

same as when you were here,

and that in the stillest of hours

while carrying a heart

as wide as the sea,

if I soak in that moon,

it may bring some relief.

I meant to tell you that

I still taste your song in me.

It comes in waves

under silent skies,

It threatens my sanity.

How you came and you went

long before I could tell you

I didn't want you

to leave.

But you did.

And the moon is still silver.

So here I stand

left with echos

of us

And those nights

that used

to breathe.”

Pictured is the author

Victoria Erickson is a grounded idealist who's been writing the world awake since she was a child, as she was born starry eyed, and eating poetry. Based in Austin TX, she splits her time between writing for herself and others, taking on voices for businesses and blogs, leading creative writing workshops on and offline, and sharing her passion for fierce wellness as a holistic health coach, reiki practicioner, massage therapist, and esthetician. Above all else, she believes in innate wildness, intuitive body intelligence, the power of sensitivity, and the fascinating connectedness of all things. You can connect with Victoria and her musings on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram & Pinterest. And sign up for her Wild and Well Creative Notes for Wondrous and Inspired Living.

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