An Ode To the Moon’s Refusal to be Captured in Photographs
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A boy tries to take
A photo
A kiss
A piece
Immortality
from the moon.
And she says
No.
And the moon
Knows too well of
Mans’ desire
To capture
And simplify beauty,
That was not made
To fit
In the palm of a hand
Or
Under a pane of glass
Laid too close to skin;
Suffocating.
Left
To collect dust on the wall.
Just another galaxy of impossibility,
Tamed and
Framed.
And so
She is content to rest in poems
And in the gleam in lovers’ eyes
And in the path of midnight travellers.
At peace in the ocean of the night sky.
Free to slip back into the waves
At her leisure.
Dripping in wishes
Tossed into the well of the darkness.
Drowning in ethereal promises
Owed to
No one.
And in photographs she yields nothing,
Knowing all her magnificence
Will not be reduced to a pocket sized
Rendering of her infinity.
As though to say,
You cannot
Have me.
You cannot
Keep me.
You cannot
Recreate
My
Luminescence,
By trying
To
Take it.
Did you think
I would make my
Cosmic unfathomability
Fit
Within 4 lines
For you?
Did you think
You could just
Take me home
With you?
Without
Asking?
As though to say,
Nice
Try,
Love.
As though to say,
In
Your
Dreams.
As though to say,
You
will
Never
Be worthy
Of me
Or
I will belong unto myself
Until the stars fall from the sky
And the galaxy comes undone
At its seams.
