My life was drawn to your clay
An ever widening circle we danced
Close at first, to the sphere-music
That brought us together.
Now I have become your satellite, a pale, pocked admirer
Regarding from afar.
I set course to make our place in the stars.
Your jewel-blue eyes
Are veiled in dust, their depths disguised by distance.
My circle widens, as I bring the universe into
My journey’s circumference
No longer fits within your arm’s reach.
I have sent myself searching into cold in-betweens.
“What are you doing out here little moon?”
My calculations have sent me years beyond your
Jealous grasp of gravity. It isn’t the only
Force out here that directs my course.
This is something harder than rocket science.
A faltering step, a cosmic wobble
And I’ll either crash into your surface
Or fling myself away.
Do I even orbit you anymore?