I stare at the moon,
she is full
and round
as you can see,
beautiful, chubby
smiling cheeks,
glowing luminescence,
she is so free.
She travels through
the night hoping
to gain her
sought-after company,
Sun, Sun, Sun,
when will you come,
and make this moon feel
so complete?
She requests you hurry!
She searches high,
she searches low,
but his presence isn’t revealed,
not on show.
Where is this Romeo
to her hopeful smile,
will he return? –
surprise! –
in a little while?
After a night spent trudging,
though tirelessly travelling,
inspecting every inch
of the cosmos,
she searched arduously
but now
sadness and despair,
of her overwhelmed state,
none can deny.
(Have you ever seen a moon cry?
Nor had I,
but there’s always a
first for some things.)
But there is this
tiny window
of opportunity,
of allotted time,
during which Sun and Moon’s
paths will cross,
Ecstatic be they both!
Lovers reunite,
kisses upon healthy cheeks,
delicate mouths and lips,
and openly appreciative,
fervent eyes.
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Nice poem Lauren.
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