The Tree, the Moon, and I

If we have the nerve to look, we can see in any face, our own vulnerability.

Of love, is where it all begins.
And yet, Alas!
Of sorrow, is where we are all akin.

Up the whispering hill
Besides the Jasmine tree
A fragrance comes to me
Secrets no more

The moon and I commune
She tells me of the sun
I speak of you in turn
Hope rekindled

Of longing, moon knows best
Her soundtrack played by stars
And lonely wolves with scars
Close but too far

The Jasmine tree eavesdrops
Flowers dulled in sunlight
To glow for moon at night
Yet still, Unseen

Named the ‘Tree of Sadness’
Jealous yet so loyal
‘Queen of night’ so royal
No room for tears

And so we sigh as one
The tree, the moon, and I
Thinking, of how and why-
This love evades

Of Love, many have much to say
Of Life, we learn something each day
Of Death, a price we all must pay.
But Love, I think,
Is larger than Life
And just as large as Death.

© judeitakali

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Hope you enjoy this,
The poetry in italics is a series of Abhanga poems,
I’m eager to know your thoughts about this, so feel very welcome to share.

Written for;
Colleen’s weekly challenge – Abhanga/poet’s choice.

Eugi’s weekly prompt – wolf moon

FUN FACT:

• The Abhanga is a syllabic poem, native to India, dating back to the 17th century. (Please check the link above for details).

• The Jasmine tree, which is very indigenous to India as well, is actually known by the names in the poem(tree of sorrow/Queen of night). It’s flowers fade during day and shine at night.

Stay safe everyone, Stay loving.

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