by John Harrington
The moon will now around the world look twice
Two months will hide his face twice over with shame
I seem so much like him, indeed the same
Though, me, his two months' orbit will suffice
For I and he around you turn a gyre
This earth is you, the earth where life abides
Though I may only hope to swell your tides
Yet one eternal dance did I desire
But now you let your grip on me subside
I into starry black will sail away
You will be storm-tossed but you'll be okay
While I, a cold, black world, away will glide
My Love, your seas will all untroubled flow
While I float distant with a waning glow —
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
by John Harrington
The moon will now around the world look twice
Two months will hide his face twice over with shame
I seem so much like him, indeed the same
Though, me, his two months' orbit will suffice
For I and he around you turn a gyre
This earth is you, the earth where life abides
Though I may only hope to swell your tides
Yet one eternal dance did I desire
But now you let your grip on me subside
I into starry black will sail away
You will be storm-tossed but you'll be okay
While I, a cold, black world, away will glide
My Love, your seas will all untroubled flow
While I float distant with a waning glow —
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