Poem by Marc Aupiais
Like any beautiful woman, the moon is alive,
She's shrinking, the Humans at NASA said,
Contracting into herself, like a spurned lover's heart!
Quite slowly, cautiously, hoping her lover, earth will give a start
8 00 million years is in astrological terms, though quite fast.
Weeping, holding her broken limb,
Yet beautiful moon, my lover,
She sways my ocean tides,
Withdrawn into herself,
Separated, by kilometres from Earth,
Moon, my romantic lover,
NASA says she's mine!
Alive and moving,
Geologically a might!
Don't contract moon, come and make my heart feel ultra-light!
Reflect the Sun of glory,
Light up my darkest night!
Friday, September 3, 2010
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