Moon over Aphrodite
while planets light the in-between.
Lifted above the evening,
the crescent begins to sink,
but one luminary guides
his journey from underneath.
Close witnesses advance-
partners who will never touch.
A dance defined by the ages;
the passion of unanswered love.
Except one glimpse remains enough
to spend forever on the run.
Forward, backward glide both
along the arc- moved out of sync.
A few nights a year, at least,
each follows the other’s lead.
Course beyond the lovers’ grasp
but never too far from reach.
Copyright © DL Mullan | Year Posted 2020
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