The Moon

August 8, 2009

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Many people count their age in moons, Not just by their orbits around the sun; This white orb marks the end of a day, an age, a life: It may be just this day, or all your days, that are done.

Sailing serenely through the scudding clouds, Marked for ever by the footprint of Man: We may have reached the surface of the moon, But not touched the depths of our own hearts, the way the moon can.

I look up into the night sky, Into the cool light of the full moon: Reflect on the transcience of beauty, That will start waning, soon…..