In Orbit

1

Dare I look, 

dare I let myself 

be pierced

with frost glazed eyes.

Yet, like the void

calls

I answer every time

is it you?

Tides of emotion,

I feel the pull.

The moon in my orbit,

you wax, then wane.

Drawn to the light

like a butterfly fluttering, 

just for its colors

to be seen.

2

Then I am reminded

the moon

only is

when the body pulls.

No longer confusing

momentum for gravity.

What moves may matter,

what steadies is mine.

Just like in the darkest of nights,

a star’s light

shines brightest.

Not to be seen, but to burn.

And whatever the season,

for every reason,

the tide still returns

to the shore that waits within.