The Moon Dalliance Poem by Luce Darwin

I fell in love with the moon,
It's watchfulness;
It's all knowing silence.
Waxing to full almost,
turning heads of the lovers,
beguiling them to delirium,
some nebulous haze
above each of their heads
and if not in love;
searching for a new dalliance.
The manics leap in euphoria
and I sit, in my own faze
but not the same haze
as the lovers, but at ease,
yet in the same moment,
in a fiery combustion;
A perfect ambivalence,
because it is the grand source
of all this hysteria that I look to;
levitating from the ground,
or so I believe; I am inches away
from touching the moon,
still so far, far away;
Another impossible love,
only more than ever before.