The skies flicker from hue to hue, quicker
than the way my eyes adjust to bright light,
tension builds, then dissipates, thin, thicker,
no matter what phase, the waves are pulled tight
by the Moon in the eve, she has a way
of bending Earth’s waters to her liking.
Sister goddess brings upon us the day
her looks are pleasing, her vibes are striking.
The Moon’s dance spans eons, millenia.
Paying homage to the stars by moving
in and out of our view, so many a
Moon has gone by, dueling the sky, losing.
The sun picks her up, allows her to rest,
Until the sun goes, she’s back, at her best. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 