Syzygy
Skies align
moon, sun, and earth
below
eternity.
Come, calls joyous night,
rise from dreams.
(Oh, I
wish I were
weightless!)
In silver,
I am found
as heaven parts clouds,
and a perigee moon
p u l l s
me closer to dance.
Written 6/3/20
for Edward Ibeh's Yalto Poetry Contest 2
Title - Syzygy
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