Earth and moon, a love story

Moon, my field of knowing,

Moonbeams on my ground of being,

Swelling within me a love story,

A silver story over ocean waves

I “heard” you thinking, which is good, when I think I “hear” your beating heart, things are peaceful,

Lapping on Love’s course, wave over wave, Earth in beatitudes “hearing” you,

Bound in swimming tides

Tho monsters, from sea slumbers quake,

I looked out, from porthole, the night, grinning monster poker face, says “she knows”

And if I think you into being, my guide, yet if yet I don’t look up,

In attempt to uproot mysterious Night,

From within themselves, arrayed in neon, display, “oh, and she’s gay is she?”

They’d transform love into weakness,

Manipulate cosmos’ fabric, tear their way,

Which tells me, according to the lore of this day,

Logically, I know,

I must have heard your love in light, heard light in love,

Coming, going, coming, going, always,

“Heard” love coming back to me again,

“Moon”

Our love story, heard over the universe’s ocean waves