Your Loving Moon


Eons are scarred across my face

You the beauty to my beast

Orbiting around your treasured space

So, on you my eyes may feast


Never able to turn and look away

My stare frozen by the energy

And as each night breaks to day

You pull at me constantly


Often feeling unnoticed

As I fade in other’s bright light

Wondering if I would be missed

If absent just for one night


We are bound in celestial dance

You spinning like graceful ballerina

Me stuck as if in a trance

With this dusty reflective patina


You a myriad of vivid colors

Me just this grey and ashen hue

I always feel just a bit duller

Stuck here next to beautiful you


But without you where would I be

Flung off into the great void

A lonely travelling destiny

If your gravity is unemployed


Pulling on you so tentatively

You can hardly feel my hand

Save the rising of your vast sea

Wetting your dried tidal land


Oh, that I could show you my worth

And that we could be as one soon

For you will always be my earth

And I, forever, your loving moon


16 Responses to “Your Loving Moon”
  1. Brilliant! Nothing could be as inspiring as that wonderous moon! Great writing my friend! All the best!

  2. beth says:

    ode to the moon goddess

  3. joyroses13 says:

    Love the ending beautiful poem!

  4. kristianw84 says:

    *swoon* You write such beautiful lines. 😍

  5. Unemployed gravity. Wonderful words to play with!

  6. Jim Borden says:

    if you were absent for one night, then your sun will surely know your worth…

  7. Isha Chawla says:

    Beautiful ❤️❤️🙌

  8. jonicaggiano says:

    Beautiful writing Brad. What a lovely romantic poem. Blessings and hugs, Joni

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