Moon Over Aphrodite

Constellations brighten 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.