she was the moon
the moon was her
and the moon bespoke
her feelings of him, the earth
.
her adoration did not burn him like sun
her affection did not flicker like the stars
her passion was constant like the moon
.
she waxed
she waned
she was full
she was dark
she was rarely distant and blue beneath the stars
she was ofttimes close and orange on the horizon
.
and like the moon
when her ardor seemed invisible
to his earth-bound eyes
he trusted she would always be there
constant, ever-revolving , remaining compelled
as she sang and danced around her spinning earth
she followed her own timeless path above him and close to him
his strength perpetuated and held her in that near-celestial orbit
while her power commanded his tides to flow in and flow out
.
the moon and the earth were individual ,
they were unique , interdependent , enduring beings
and their symbiotic interconnection was simply divine
~*~
not much, a.d.o.
10/2
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I heard about you from a dragon. Beautiful poem and a very nice site. I haven’t read much this time, but will return for another visit.
Paul
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