Moon Harvest
This moon pulled sea I breathe in
This place between the two
A moving bounce of echoes
That cools a raging rolling fire
Impressively in orbit's throes
Of seasons to admire
To realize the insignificance
Of life in all it's forms
A moon created accident
That caused electric storms
A planet burst to cause a pause
So mathematically pure
A song was born in finite years
To sound the music of the spheres
And on this consequential note
Of myriad happenstance
I met my love and on this boat
We float in sweet romance
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