Walking the Moon Home

by Mary Furlong

Come! We shall walk the moon home, you and I

And it will light our way through shadowed spaces,

Through time enough for each to testify

To love with old, enchanted commonplaces,

And we shall stroll to undiscovered glades
On timeless paths, and speak of foolishness
In tones of consequence, whose lights and shades
Will twine a true-love knot our pledge to bless.

Then shall we find illumined strands to plait
With our prosaic threads and so devise
A coverlid, moonlight and intricate,
All homespun out of custom and surprise.

We'll marvel at the miracle we're spinning:
Oh, this our life, our endless sweet beginning.

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"And this our life, exempt from public haunts, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything."
As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 1.
Walking the moon home is an old expression, meaning to walk with no other purpose than to be together in order to talk. The poem celebrates the way the ordinary becomes enchanting when seen through eyes of love.

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Walking the Moon Home

by Mary Furlong

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