Do you think the moon longs for the earth; longs
to kiss his rolling hills?
To stroke his landscapes; play among his curling waves -
Do you think she reaches out to touch the apex of his mountains?
Does she pull the air in all around her just to catch the scent of him?
Has she slivered away waiting for the earth’s return, waxing and waning at his fleeting whim?
Has she collapsed in upon herself from the pangs of unrequited love so many times that
her pockmarks tell a tragedy?
As you are aware, Jane, I was...ahem...away when this piece deservedly took its position on the front page, but just know that I have read it and appreciated it; it is a wonderful piece of work, truly.
There was somethibg striking about this poem as a whole but for me it was the first few lines that stood out. There really is something haunting about this piece. A thoroughly enjoyable read yet painful too. It's emotional and very raw.
I can only contently sigh after reading this. I know it's been a few months since you've posted a poem, and this truly soothed my soul. The ease and flow of nature, the untold stories of longing. The brevity is so lovely.