You tease me.
Each time I glance up
You have changed,
gliding across the deep blue sky…
in your wake,
the heavens.
So mercurial – you’re close,
then far away,
white, then orange, then gray.
And just before you disappear,
you smile your knowing smile,
and wink -
slipping behind the awakening peaks.
I grieve your quick departure
and beg you to return…
but I should know:
moons are fickle lovers
so I must be satisfied
with the snapshot of you
behind my eyes.
-deborah linne
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