Twilight

It's twilight and half a moon appears with her corona de luz, reflejo del sol. Los árboles se quedan en el crepúsculo desnudos contra el frío, desnudos durante todo el invierno, desnudos pero tranquilos a la vez.

I watch as the blue of the day sky fades into the blackness of the night sky and the moon gets brighter and brighter holding the warmth from the sun.

She smiles at me, my luna, mi amor while she smiles at someone else halfway around the world. It is the same moon even though she may be upside down to some. She is always beautiful mi luna, siempre bella aunque sea pequeña o llena, brillante o borrosa......and well, aren't we similar in a way?

Are we only beautiful when we are young? What is beauty anyway? I think real beauty comes from the soul, the body being simply the outer shell that grows and changes with the seasons. Someone once told me "it doesn't matter what you look like, that's not the important thing." If you are beautiful inside that beauty will shine through to the outside and the world will see it.

Como los árboles, son bellos con sus hojas verdes, son bellos con sus hojas de colores y son bellos sin sus hojas, con sus ramas pelonas. Y allí están, altos, firmes, fijos mirando pasar este invierno esperando que venga la primavera para provocar la belleza de sus hojas nuevas.

Let us be like the trees, strong, constant, beautiful in spite of the weather just waiting to bloom again when the soft breezes blow us into Spring.

Happy winter.

Soy Lorena
12/28/06