Poetry: The Moon

by Liam

The moon breaths deep and song

Sung with the in-breath

Breaths out with the earths throng

Takes us with it too

The lovers who, with the out breath

Raise a glass to the full round fascination of their moon

To the gazers who lift their telescopes to stars afar

While she, a silver sliver now hidden with the new

Lovers one

Lovers all

Treasure these moments of madness

Move in tune

Moon to whom

We have become so sensitively

Aware, how intimately beautiful she manages the rhythms of this life.