Tilt Goddess Of The Moon
Standing in a crater in my leaden shoes, I am held there by more than = gravity, she's been hit so many times with heavenly abuse, quite a = history of catastrophe, but the footprints on her face are merely made = by man, she's is shining despite the rough terrain, I think she picks = her teeth with the staff of a flag, she plucked from her cheek with = playful disdain. Glowing survivor, gorgeous in orbit, throwing a = spotlight over the chasm, glowing survivor, gorgeous in orbit, casting = her shadow, over the sea (heavens' at end)...Geologic samples held up to = the light, teach very little of her life, astronomers deny what they can = divine, by merely gazing up into her eyes, every lunar cycle she begins = a new, not afraid to show herself in full, the man is a myth, lovers = share a view, all god's howling dogs to her are dutiful. If you come at = nightfall, you can see all her magnitude, her tidal tears have fallen, = reflective of the sun, bearning her gratitude. Submitted by: Mel
