Ghost Moon
Have you seen
the ghost moon?
It rides the coattails
of that more solid rock.
It alone is the real living one,
the dead moon is but a shadow.
Be up and seeking
in the misty dawn of a hot summer
when the heavens are an ethereal drape
over a floating mirage.
See that Luna twin
rise
its wedding train
trailing along
an aisle of fading stars,
That is the moon
few see;
that one lives on.
It waits for the vows made
between earth and sky
to be one day
acknowledged by all.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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