The Moon is a Thing
The beauty of the moon's lovely light
Pours equally
Upon king or slave, castle or cave.
Birth or death.
It suffers not the moral skeins
Of lies and truth -
That purview of Power.
The moon is a thing.
And this amazing thing
Has fired human imagination
To evolve esoteric meaning
From Forever ... whenever that was.
Surely a sense of humour
In the Universe
Set that rock up there
Beetling around our globe
Reflecting the mighty Sun in silver safety
Its beauty provocative and careless.
Still – still - by accident or design
This piece of space trash
Seeds our imagination
Feeds our intellect
Whips our wanderlust.
Not too shabby for a hunk of junk
Hurtling around Earth
Tethered by Our gravity -
Like 'walking the dog' -
OUR MOON.
Cynthia Buell Thomas, Oct., 2017
Lyrical Lexa
Thu 14th Dec 2017 03:15
Not too shabby for a hunk of junk. Our moon. Love this Cynthia