While my nightfall companion cycles above
Often this thought alights my mind
How alone he must be there, in flight
Excepting his mother’s grasp
Keeping him safe, near, warm
His herculean weight of tides, seasons
Push pull, push pull upon his mother’s breast
Mood, rhyme, enchantment too
Drives our humanity, profoundly
Our clock for eon upon eon too
© 2009 by DC Lessoway
I loved this, though I thought the end dropped off a little. I wrote a similar poem, “Moon”
http://fridayam.wordpress.com/2010/08/22/moon/
It might be interesting to compare! Good work.
I had to read your Moon several times but each time the image became stronger. Thank you for your feedback – I so rarely get feedback on anything. Especially if it’s constructive!