Poems of a Young Man: “Fingerprints on the Moon”


The moon

is my unsteady lover

ever waxing, ever waning,

a slave to unalterable cosmic cycles.


And I’m a slave to her.

She watches me

watch her from afar,

indifferent to

my unrequited passion.


And when she is fertile

and magnanimous

she lends me a small sliver

of her awesome power.


The moon is undiminished by the gift,

but for a man

this tiny touch of lunar spark

is a mighty strain

to a fragile incarnation.


Man was ever meant

to feel such potential.


I know the danger, and still-

I hope someday


to fondle her fickle luminous body.


   (no date)



About KPKeelan

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