She Must See
She Must See
Peering at the black velvet,
Star speckled sky,
I scanned around for the moon.
I beheld him with my eyes,
And to great astonishment,
Saw him weep,
In sorrow instead of joy,
As he had on that solstice eve,
That the Angel in the moon entered me.
" Why has sorrow taken place over joy in your tears?
Surely the Angel is still in your spirit."
He looked down at me,
And said through his weeps,
"I shed these tears of woe,
Not in cause of the angel leaving me,
For she never will.
I shed them, for her."
I gazed up at him,
Puzzled by his reply.
"What is the cause of your grieving tears, in her behalf?"
"Her lack of knowledge.
Her blind sight,
Her tainted thoughts of herself."
I gasp at these words.
Questions raced through my mind,
How could such a noble creature,
Such a beautiful being,
Possess such misconceptions.
I shared my thoughts with the moon.
"The work and greed of men, my friend
These alone have tainted her perception,
lies upon lies, embroidered in her mind,
clouding the truth of herself."
With this I let out a wail of woe and great sorrow.
And I whispered through my sobs,
"Somehow she must see, somehow she must see."
The moon beamed on me in comfort.
And again I whispered through violent tears,
"We must help her see, we must help her see."