The Moon is blue
She looks at us
From far above
And she is yearning.
Blue Moon shining
Pulling at my veins
Singing a whale song
To the Earth.
What if the Moon loves?
How can she say it
Out there in the cold
She floats, alienated.
She glows and hums
Resonant light
Loving reflector
Mooning for Oceans.
The Moon, like a woman,
Floats in orbit
Draws us closer
But never close enough.
(C) Tasha Chinnock 2013