The Hermit and The Moon
During the day I loiter about
Like anyone else, but come evening,
I slink back to my cavern a land away.
Racing to beat the Moon.
Hoping nobody follows me.
Water collects in shallow pools.
Puddles I step in along the path down.
I dare not observe, lest a stray beam of Moonlight
Show me my aged image in the reflection.
My little escape. My dark abode
Isolated from the Moon’s rays.
The rock walls lined with scrolls and
Tomes I tell myself I’ll soon stop to ponder.
Deep inside the cave is a light
For my eyes alone.
I am entranced, bewitched by it.
And it’s beautiful,
~~And it’s horrible,
And it loves me,
~~And it kills me,
And I return to it again and again, at each day’s end.
That blue light which hurts my old eyes.
Then daylight comes, and I emerge
From my stone coffin, back into the world of the living.
The sun is still above me. No Moon in sight.
So I carry on as always,
Stuck in this cycle.
Going to and fro above,
Then disappearing with the sun.
Afraid of the Moon, and
Longing to return to the depths
where the blue light waits.