Moon Dreamer

arobot

Moon Dreamer

 

Looked up on or not,  Seen or not,

The moon is there, in altering phase

Due to eclipsing of Earth every day

Every time I see her, wax or wane

atop trees or nearing hills or above the Main

I can”t help weeping, as if a clutch

as if my beau unavail, thinning away

Within sight but out of touch

 

When I was a daughter of six or seven

I assumed me a princess, “the moon in heaven

Wherever I go, always follow me at my pace!”

Once in blue she showed her full face

I would flow like a jellyfish in the ocean of night

Relishing Beauty, truth, love, all alone by right

 

Under this crescent I feel like a scanting sift

With cosmic winds coming on infinite shift

Going through me, indefinite constance

But me, if anything, a mortal instance

  • Author: arobot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 8th, 2022 10:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Blackstar

    I love the moon. All 3 of em.



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