Poetry Lounge: Orange Moon

ORANGE MOON

And I found myself.

The utter reflection of who is me.

Ridged insides stand out because

As a species it is only natural to first acknowledge something’s faults

First.

And as a people we only care about one’s intentions.

Do I fear her or is she kind?

Orange moon.

So rare. Or maybe

We don’t watch closely enough.

Goddess, Orange Moon.

My strange queen.

You are hurt, but the illuminate strength of your love

Is magnificent.

All those ridged craters, but

You are still so beautiful.

So different. So you.

In the purple sky you stand.

I found myself through you.

No I am not

No we are not perfect.

What source of energy is?

Yet you are still worthy of love orange moon.

For we will always be above them.