The Moonchild: Poems for Cancer
Sensitive, intuitive, and deeply connected to the rhythms of the heart.
๐ Tidal Heart
My feelings are a private sea,
A hidden, shifting, silver gleam.
They pull and push, they ebb and flow,
A lunar light on all I know.
I guard the shells of yesterday,
And in the depths, my treasures lay.
๐ฆ The Shell
This carapace, this hardened home,
Is not a cage in which I roam.
It's just a doorway, soft inside,
Where tender dreams and loves reside.
Approach with care, with gentle hand,
And you will understand the sand.
๐ Moon's Memory
The moon remembers every phase,
And in her soft, remembering gaze,
I hold the moments, warm and dear,
Each whispered hope, each fallen tear.
My intuition is her gift,
A psychic tide that gives a lift.
๐ Hearth
My home is not just walls and space,
It is a feeling, a warm embrace.
The scent of tea, a familiar book,
A safe and soft and sheltered nook.
Here, love is cooked and served with care,
The soul's repast, beyond compare.
Cancerian Essence in Verse
The poetry of Cancer is written in the language of the heart, forever tied to the moon's gentle pull.