#lunareclipse
I sat upon the bridge’s edge
and watched the daylight fade,
waiting for you.
Then came the knowing:
you were the sun beyond my sky,
never to rise for me again.
I am the moon
luminous in the quiet night,
near yet forever apart,
meeting you only in shadow.
You chose your heavens,
and I chose mine:
yours bathed in day,
mine steeped in midnight.
My love was a lunar eclipse
rare, passing, beautiful
never meant to endure.
Time carried us onward,
and I understood at last:
you were always the sun,
and I, the moon.
We were foolish enough to believe
we could hold an eclipse forever,
forgetting
such wonders are fleeting.
So I leave these words unfinished
for some endings
are kinder that way.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC
mother moon–
your radiance glimmers
like fireflies between blankets
of jealous clouds, fighting
for your affections,
but you don’t mind–
that scandalous smile
as you part the suitors,
your brilliant figure dances free
to light up the night,
no fear–
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
The moon's a dying ember
This evening in late September
A ***** copper coin
Resting on her porcelain ****
A mosaic of Ancient Corinth
As the soldiers passed
In blood-red rags
And orange
(c) Rafael Alfonzo
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC