A gibbous moon lying low Seemed to beckon my thoughts In the fulsome of my grief I sneered at her. In reflected sunlight What goodness is there ?
A dark shadow crossed its face Seemed small but huge so far away I addressed the moon again Indeed you are more than I can ever know How much did you lend In omens and bane forsooth The strange events on earth Ever good apiece full blown For ever doomsay on the wane Is the black bird an alien fane There for all to see may be an alien ship so huge but small as seen on golden disc.
I send greetings pale goddess May all our dreams be of the best How did we fare before you came And what strange forces lie within I long to come and see As some have done But will not tell.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
There is much which withheld from us about the moon.
You've earned master piece credentials with this write Sir. As for me I suppose I would be labeled a nerd with my explorations of the universe macrocosmic existence and a need to always probe for intelligence . Well done again young man. Enjoyed…Jesse
Comments (4)
There was a time when we had no moon, over 18 million years ago.
How did it arrive here? That is an interesting story.