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.


  1. ajaykohli says:

    Your love ,I guess

  2. Got a new word from this write. Nicely done! 🙂

  3. Hailie A. says:

    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!

  4. theonecurlgirl says:

    This is exquisite, I felt love sick just reading it.

    “playing kiss-chase with the clouds”. Wow, wish I had thought of that!.

  5. Osharlequin says:

    Reblogged this on WorldofHarley and commented:

    My Second Moon

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