Stardust On the Moon (a poem)

Why do you question my love?
What more do I need to show?
When I told you that I loved you
The only thing it could do was grow

We’ve settled into a rhythm
Things have gotten a bit stale
But that doesn’t mean my love is gone
Or that it has become brittle or frail

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New World (Part 5) – A Poetry Journal

2-13-22 – 10:03 a.m.

The crucifix over my desk reminds me that I’m a small part of a larger whole among the billions of people on earth. I don’t go to church. Nor do I even know if I believe in Jesus. But my Catholic roots have stayed with me. No matter how terrible the Church has been, the traditions still speak to me.

My dreams speak to me, too. The moon was bright in the sky last night. I’m not sure what phase it was in, but it was partially concealed. I’ve read before about how the moon is so powerful it can affect our moods. This makes sense since it often affects the tides in the sea. When she is in Texas this week, we’ll both look up and see the same glowing orb. It will bring me comfort.

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The Moon-Ruler (a poem)

The moon in his palm
He thinks himself a god
How can he be so calm?
Our feelings, he disregards

He can crush the moon
In an instant, just like that
Leave fragments strewn
Floating like acrobats

The moon-ruler must be stopped
Or it’ll be darkness for us
On earth, we feel mocked
Our beloved moon could be
Gone with just one thrust

(Photo by jasper benning on Unsplash)

Moon and Sun Love (a poem)

The moon is the queen, sky mother
The sun is the king, sky father
They love and they need each other
I pray, seeking to uncover
The secrets of their true wonder
How they shine, oh, so brilliantly
How they love us, yes, distantly
They make love during their eclipse
See the bright touching of their lips
Their love endures, persistently

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