Circles

 

Watching as the lunar orb

Slowly drifts through

My circular window to the sky.

 

I look on as craters,

Mares and mountains

Seem to pass beneath me.

 

The half lit disc shows

Mountains sitting

In darkness,

 

Peaks illuminated by

The sun, their bases

Waiting for the sunrise.

 

The bright area slips away, darkness appears.

A darkened disc against

An even darker sky.

 

 

Observing the surface shows

A faint star sitting

A short distance from the sphere.

 

 Slowly it nears, not rushing,

Taking Natures’ time,

Towards its’ inevitable disappearance.

 

It isn’t the star that moves.

The moon orbits the earth,

Earth spins round the sun.

 

Together they pass in front

Of the lone star,

Located light-years away.

 

It is a wonder from a higher power,

One of the many wonders

Circling around us, nightly!