I gaze upon the moon each night,
I sit in the dark,
Staring skyward,
My eyes reach out,
They can’t reach her,
They’re not worthy.
Crescent full or gibbous,
Her dazzling form lights up the dark,
An astral goddess,
An empowering icon,
A source of inspiration,
Playing kiss-chase with the clouds.
So why do I see a second moon beside me each night?
And beside me each day?
A moon of such astronomical beauty,
That it blots out even the lunar goddess,
Earthly yet still heavenly,
A goddess of a different kind.
Then I realize,
You are my second moon,
Superior in every way.
WorldofHarley 
Your love ,I guess
Got a new word from this write. Nicely done! 🙂
Thank you kindly my friend! 🙂
The Oldschool Harlequin
No worries! Hope you have a great weekend!
You too! Have a splendorous time!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Thank you! 🙂
Lucky celestial bodies, first and second 🙂
I am sure your stellar words will render their stone hearts porous, permeable to the presence of your enlightened soul by their side.
Have a fantastic day!
Haha, thank you so much! What a beautifully put comment! 🙂
The Oldschool Harlequin
This is exquisite, I felt love sick just reading it.
“playing kiss-chase with the clouds”. Wow, wish I had thought of that!.
Hehe, such kind words. Thank you kindly my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
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My Second Moon