A Ghostly Moon
A ghostly moon haunts a vista of blue;
as white as the clouds She is peering through;
a shy sprite making Her daytime debut.
Luna's golden glow pales at Dawn's first light;
like a beacon that only shines at night.
A fragile image, as frail as a dove,
She's a victim of unrequited love;
chasing Sol across the heavens above.
But time has decreed she'll never succeed;
Sol keeps His lead; She can't increase Her speed.
As daylight strips Her of Her golden hue,
a pale Moon silently slips out of sight;
chasing after a dream, She falls short of
a tether from which She'll never be freed.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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