Two Moons

Maybe it was the night we saw two moons
in the sky. Was it the sky holding a mirror to

itself, was it the sea surging back to where it
all began, was it the distance between us that

split the horizon in two? I have sun seeds in
my pocket to grow new light, to undraw the

silhouettes on either side of the silence, to dot
infinity with golden possibilities, but tonight

there can be nothing, my hands are cold in yours,
the earth bears this paradox of churning stillness,

the wind that was to fetch the dawn lies at our feet,
what do we do love, when love is not enough?

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37 thoughts on “Two Moons

  1. It is most excellent, the grasping from the beginning, we are pulled in …. loved the way this is so elegantly versed and worded – the comparisons, the longing, the quiet yet tugging notes …. and I loved this part – the words, the placement – it’s just so perfect ….

    I have sun seeds in
    my pocket to grow new light, to undraw the

    silhouettes on either side of the silence,

    absolutely stellar and magnificent in lunar scope ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. The whole picture! That’s what I love–both the sullen stillness and the vibrant possibility. Thank you!
    “I have sun seeds in
    my pocket . . . “

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  3. Very interestingly crafted poem. It seems like the celestial mechanics itself have changed, and maybe that is the loss of love that we cannot recreate again.

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