Keeping Our Distance
The Moon exists beyond our atmosphere
The ever restless exile of the skies
Beckoning but never drawing near
Excluded but dictating to the tides
All heaven’s bodies kneel before the Sun
The glory that advances on the West
Yet night returns when Victory is won
The Moon wears wreaths of cloud about her breast
The forces that align me to your orbit
Collude with others holding us apart
I am in your power and can’t avoid it
But can I ever penetrate your heart?
What chance for those as powerless as we?
The dance is set, it’s how things have to be.
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