The moon pulls the sea
From the shore
Where I find
The measure of the land
While the setting sun pulls me
To the expanse beyond the sky
Where I find
The measure of me
The moon pulls the sea
From the shore
Where I find
The measure of the land
While the setting sun pulls me
To the expanse beyond the sky
Where I find
The measure of me
The sun bid good night
The moon rubbed sleep from her eyes
“Woo hooo!!! Let’s party!”
Above
A half moon
Below
Constellations of daisies
Quiver in the dewy grass
Between
The tower seeks
A delinquent sun
On a morning ruled by mist
As the day fails to black
Half the sky is stars
Half is clouds
Which continue to roll in
Soon enough so thick
Even a half moon couldn’t peek through
Were there a moon at all
But I’m grateful for the stars
Too the clouds
Behind which
Twinkling pinpricks in the blackness
Play hide-and-seek
With star gazers like me
In the quiet heat of the night
Subtle light
Illuminates the night
A heavy sigh
As the day draws nigh
The earliest stars
Twinkle under a brazen moon
Keeping the sky
All to itself
Behind me
The wake of my journey
All froth and churn
As I labour
To leave
To forget
Ahead of me
The wake of the moon
All sparkly possibility
As I awaken
To hope
To purpose
And in your eyes
I see you know
Feel the shadow
Across your soul
Confused you are
By your confusion
Where once you knew
Some clarity
As time and mind
Slip from you
So too do you
Slip from me
The camera never lies
But the photographer
Knows how to fib