
May 16, 2026Poem
The moon has no words
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The moon has no words
No mouth
For me
To put them into
What would it say
Hanging low
In the celestial
Inanimate
Lacking the power
To give life
Or take it away
We give it meaning
Use its elegance
Against it
When it turns about
Without fuss
Making little difference
Beyond the tides
A stable rotation
Wildlife navigation
And
Romantic interludes
Dance with me
Bathe in its beauty
Watch it burn brightly
Just for the moment
You believe
In magic
Moonlight and shadow