Moon, Sun

Iona, Astarte, Why do I chase the moon?

When I know it’s all sails?

The wheel turns and directs the prow.

And below the engine hums.

There is dew upon the morn

so forget the moon and turn

your face to the sun let it burn.

Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

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