“What does the Moon see in the mirror, my darling?”

A mirror

fashioned of basalt

dredged from the

Sea of Tranquility

reflects the Moon’s surface

nourished by the wishes of

Earth’s children

Ripe with desire

to fulfill

all those pleas

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“My darling, have you ever heard the voice of the Moon?”

The voice of the Moon

bathes the Earth with

Promise

Soft sounds of creation

floating across the surface

Nuanced purrs

as she whispers her Myth

Nocturnal lullabies

caressed in dreams

Raw-bodied vowels

sounding out the name

of Infinity

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“What do you think of the Gibbous Moon, my darling?”

To be present

in both worlds

Leaning slightly more towards

Light than Dark

must be a moment

of insight

into the Act of Creation

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“What does the Moon prefer, my darling, to wax or to wane?”

The Moon is Zen Mistress

of the Sun

Waxing in his light

Waning in his absence

The meditative flow of cycle

Yet always constant as

his Rock

his Touchstone

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“What do you think of the Gibbous Moon, my darling?”

To be present in both worlds

Leaning slightly more towards

Light than Dark

Must be a moment of insight

into the act of Creation

(Copyright 2021)

“What does the Moon prefer, my darling, to wax or to wane?”

The Moon is Zen Mistress of the Sun

Waxing in his light

Waning in his absence

The meditative flow of cycle

Yet always constant

As his rock

His touchstone

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“Tell me, my darling, oh tell me, please, have you ever uncovered the Moon’s secret hobby?”

She collects discarded tchotchkes

From the cosmic discount store

Lone howls of the Earth’s wolves

Discarded rings of Saturn

A useless soundtrack of the Galaxy’s

early recording sessions

The Moon adores ecclectic bargains

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“Is it odd, my darling, that there is less oxygen on the Moon than on Earth?”

I silence my breath in thought

Earth is an extrovert

Half-drunk on the dance floor

Inhaling

Exhaling

Every moment of life

Moon is an introvert

Sitting cross-legged

On the back porch

When the light fixture

Comes on

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“Have you ever peeked, my darling, when the Crescent Moon dresses at night?”

I am embarrassed to admit

My pleasure as voyeur

Peering out

Sheer curtains at night

Breathless with the seduction

Of a simple silver slip

Elated by each nuance and shimmy

Until her fiance

The Sun

Arrives to escort her home

“My darling, what could possibly give the Moon goosebumps?”

The Earth

Always The Earth

Second sister

Of a paradoxical bond

An alluring planet

So evocative in emotion

Lush with life

Awash in gifts

That the staid silent satellite

Fails to sense the appeal

Of its own

Reflected radiance.

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