Shadows on the Moon
By Ruth Y. Nott
Copyright 2003
I sat in meditation once, my mind upon the stars, but found I couldn't concentrate when looking through the bars of the prison I'd created for my soul.
I sat in wistful dreaming, wrapped within my own cocoon, creating life-like holograms from shadows on the moon and oh, so slowly, let my life unfold.
From the confines of my universe, I watched each day go by, reliving each bright moment and all the times I cried when I sat and wound my spindle way too tight.
Weaving thoughts of sadness on my self-expressive loom, I shifted light to dark and eclipsed that waning moon as my colors disappeared into the night.
