She rests her head upon Apollo’s shoulder

Our Luna Goddess moves
In slow rhythmic grooves
Proof of the tidings she keeps.
Though she may weep
Throughout the day
It’s only sure her appearance sleeps.

She rests her head upon Apollo’s shoulder
A rarity revealed
She rests her head as she calls her lover,
Still she keeps her love revealed.

Two souls fall in and out of the blue
Two souls who thought they knew the way.
Two souls without a word to say to one another
Two souls circle Our Mother the Earth.

Blessing, breathing,
Refreshing, relieving,
Spurring on life anew.
Two souls are left to
Kiss beyond the blue.
Casting a shadow upon
Those that would claim
They knew the way.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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