Voices From a MMoonscape

February 21, 2010

More times than I can remember, I’ve sent the poem that follows and is part of this blog to a few friends and more than a few acquaintances. Without a doubt after reading the poem you’ll realise that in many of these instances, although not all the time we shared great land and ocean distances.

The thought originally began with a stranger, a person I met about twenty years ago. The stranger’s home was in a rather remote place in Africa. At that time neither of us had cell phones, the internet or a satellite connection.

The only way to talk in a real time kind of way was through a short wave/long wave radio relay based in the city of Mombasa. Although it was tried a few times the radio connection had a lot of and too much static. There was another way.

The alternative thought was that if either of us wanted to talk to the other, didn’t have access to any of the wired or wireless communication channels at the time or just couldn’t wait, then while looking up at the sky, we both knew the moon was the common sight and one that we could refer to and share as:

Voices from a MMoonscape

Was i mistaken when i heard your voice
Full moon’s smiling slow paced,
Flying, gliding with glimmering stars?
Did your eyes dream reach that festive place
And mirrored down - two gazed his face
…and did my thoughts just hear yours sounding revelry?
 
Was i mistaken when i heard your voice
Basking ‘neath moon’s rising
Uncompromising view?
Once more i tried
To hear your voice drift down - sounds dance
‘Fore eyes raised up to greet - our glance
I listened…
The pale round’s glistening;
Plea’s – time be silent.
 
Was i mistaken when i heard your voice
As moon’s smile played through night’s proud shade
Before a breaking day
Before the suns tone rise
Glowing faintly as pale skies
Lifts morning’s darkened yawn
Phased moon’s drifting byes
 … and did i hear you softly whisper… tender ... " night.... "