Refugees of Reason

Moons Don't Crash from Heavens Above

Sonnet V

The first to see our 'harvest moon'
In all it's Titian radiance and glow,
Could not be unseen but the first to see,
To think, he might, that moon may be
Plunging towards his home, his eden,
Crossing the water to, he believed, lead on
And smash against his home, his land,
Then crush his life just out of hand!
It calls to question this borrowed world...
How has his existence here, unfurled?
Still, with knowing wink, he says to his love
That moons don't crash from heavens above,
But come and go, to wax and wain,
To shrink and grow just beyond the plain.

~gtk