Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

Wounded Moons 

 

The moons will collide

The asteroids will strike

With hot-growing fire tails

Burning all corn crops

Most vulnerable to flames

 

Our eyes will meet

Your blue planets will charge

On my black defeated ones

With your flying meteors

Once mistook for shooting stars

 

Your sun will orbit me

As did your ring or rocks

Disorienting me off axis

And with only a sunray

Set my loving heart on fire

 

My love is vaster than galaxies

Each and all of them combined

Spilling in unknown black holes

And finally over your planet

Where my white flag you deny

 

My planet will crumble

Slowly shedding rock by rock

Out of the space you invade

To protect the core I shield

From your air I cannot breathe

 

But I see within your eyes,

Deep craters, cuts and wounds,

For you, too, have taken hits

Seen on your barren planet

Felt in your sole-living tears