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A Future Moon

A Future Moon

A crescent moon is incomplete,
like looking at a promise
not yet fulfilled .
Looking at hope through the darkness,
yet only seeing an outline,
Imagining the completed image
and breathing life into it.
Life must be lived forwards.
Looking back we lose our compass
and chance to  fall.
The future belongs to the brave
who believe…
believe  in  the promise of their dreams.
A fearful future draws down the shutters,
excludes benign longing
and childish chimera.
Be brave little ones in your reverie.
Remember to look at the stars,
and through the sable firmament
seek out the crescent moon.
 

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StevieC

I will never look at the moon in the same way again...I love the idea of the crescent moon being the incomplete promise ...lovely stuff Lodi ! 

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lodigiana

Thanks so much StevieC..always love your comments xx

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Nigel Cresswell...

Lady L this is fantastic, brilliant metaphor. However I now have The Waterboys looping in my head, still there worse songs.
Great write Lady Lodigiana. 
Nigel 

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lodigiana

haha I love messing with your head  Sir Nigel !  but as you say...there are worse songs to be mulling over....thanks so much for your comments..I heard (or read possibly) a similar metaphor and it just stuck with me I guess.   Lady L xx

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lodigiana

Cheers Kieran..always appreciated xx

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