No doubt the longest affair of all,
The Moon and the Earth’s,
Is envied by all.
The dance of the globe
With its shiny orb,
Celine’s fixed gaze,
Earth spinning in a daze.
The twirls reckoned in months,
Going round a stately waltz.
Ever reaching, never touching,
Never changing, no goodbyes.
The sages say rotation,
The cause of all creation,
Is attraction and repulsion.
The cosmic code: Adoration.
Wax or wane a shade each night,
Then out of sight but for one night,
Up to zenith, the same same height,
Won’t squabble, chastise or fight.
Mesmerized in eternal delight,
The full moon is ever as bright.
They never touch, in future or the past,
But for an eclipse, the shadow they cast,
A sweep of senses, a brush of light,
A mere passing, black over white.
Though these lovers never unite,
Who can deny this love is right?
