Sunday, February 7, 2016

Luna, I Call To You




Stars exist beyond our reach
yet they touch us all the same
without strain or sweat.

Their conundrum remains such:
silent, visible but so remote.

Your heart knows of this secret,
my heart feels it out, too -
both ache and convulse with it.

Dogs bay at the moon all night;
it only feeds a chorused lament.

3 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

The moon is a harsh mistress.

Sandy Kessler said...

my kind of message

eric1313 said...

An ambiguous one, no doubt. Cold and remote and airless, yet familiar to everyone who sees it.