Love Poem: A Lull
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Written by: Amy Wallace

A Lull

The weary and gloomy moon
Droops alongside confident mountains,
Tries to stay until noon.

Clings to the boundary, slipping down
Being hidden but not wanting to hide.
To time, old moon is bound.

A longing, endless.
Sad moon surrenders to the horizon, daylight lessens.
Less ends of light to grip; reject regress.

Dull moon falls west, sun rises east.
A longing, a chase endless.
The pursuit is a beast.

For the moon craves to collide
With the eternal flame it is infatuated with,
That’s why we see high tides.

The moon’s heart lies in the sea
Becoming swollen
Wanting the sun to see.

The moon, lonely, 
Is in love with the sun.
Always has been, always will be.


06 March 2020
Title Chosen: A Lull
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 14-Tristich
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh