Selenophile is a word, for someone obsessed with the moon.
The moon is trending,
Selenophiles are everywhere.
They are witches, scientists and hippies.
People all obsessed with the subtle perfection,
Of earth’s natural satellite.
The only source of light during a time of ultimate darkness.
Nature’s timekeeper.
A matriarch that whispers,
Whose heartbeat controls the ocean,
Bringing peace in waves,
The tides under her command.
Every night, with grace and poise
The moon holds up a mirror,
To reflect light from this universe’s center,
A ball of raging hot plasma.
Bold rays bounce with confidence and existential questions,
About our time in the black see of space,
Back to earth.
Some people blame the moon and her many phases
for making them a little crazier.
Maybe they find it easier to live,
When far away objects hold the reins on their lives.
But I would rather live knowing,
My life’s path was forged with the choices I made.
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
Enroute
The stars and planets all whipped by as Deirdre's crystalline craft sped past them. Her people, the Vlondans, had discovered that the mineral Dianthium which grew so readily on their home world not only kept their hair pink but also was a perfect material for engineering spacecraft from.
By Alicia Anspaugh5 days ago in Art
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