Under A Distant Moon

Cherry

By Ewan

Sun, 16 May 2010
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Across millions of starlit miles,
someone - somewhere -
whispers sweet somethings.
They will be holding each other;
some part, some limb,
touching skin closely.

Or not.

Across millions of starlit miles,
unknown gases
comingle, perhaps
even thoughts are visible:
no words, no sound,
nothing we might know.

But it's still making love,
by the light of a verdigris moon.

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
This one jogged my memory, Ewan. May's full moon which is on the 27th, called the Dyad Moon, was thought to be auspicious for those seeking a partner. Hence, this poem is indeed well-timed;-) Tina

 

Submitted by camilla on
I love verdigris moon

 

Submitted by Moonlight on
Someone - somewhere enjoyed this. Me too.

Submitted by niki72 on
Yes I was that someone too.

 

Submitted by rjnewlyn on
Deep space and all it's possibilities is a great thing. There's a Le Guin short story somewhere about the likelihood that someone somewhere out there is writing a story in which we are the characters - possible in infinite probability. It stuck in my mind for some reason, as this does.