Actually, I’m not counting them all. 114 may be something of a hopeful understatement. But nobody else is counting them either, I’m sure.

This is in response to Lillian, at d’verse and also to a Photo by John McKaveney: Bright Moon who seems to know a good deal more about matters planetary than do I. His photograph (above) is of a large rock of some sort which you may have noticed on occasional nights and may even have harboured some sort of romantic notions about. Such emotions may be ruined by what lurks below…..

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Oh, moon, thou graceful glowing orb

Your gentle light each night absorb

The shadows of a fading sun

Your subtle beam move everyone

Forward to another day

Joy or sorrow, come what may

Across a starlit sky above

Your message of eternal love

Beamed to sinners near and far

Reflections from a distant star

No progress on your endless fall

Your orbit just an evening call

No thought of mans’ impermanence

Yet somehow lending all a sense

Of place and time and mystery

No need of telescope to see

Your ageless soft philosophy

No need of science, chemistry

No need of God, no fear of death

Out where there’s no need of breath

Out towards eternity

There in silence, you and me

Shall cross the heavens, just tonight

Come take me with you on your flight.

 

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