Orbitam lunae in caritate

(Moon love in orbit)
Abound and in the air.
Tied down for fear of flying.
Skim you clouds like a shuttle into space.
Rattling past like a shooting star.
You take me higher.
Coughing out an atmosphere.
Pulling through your gravity to dance like moon daises,
turning towards the sun.
That face of you, eclipsing my world.
Suffering craters so gladly.
My new lunar religion.

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9 thoughts on “Orbitam lunae in caritate

  1. Awe, lover of the moon. Love the image of moon daisies. And suffering craters like the pews of your lunar religion. Awesome post! Curious on the translation…I could look it up.Got to catch some zzzzzz’s Will read all your new marvelous work tomorrow.

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