A Poem by Colm Tóibín: ‘Mysterium Lunae’
[ad_1] Last night I saw that the moonWas empty in the sky. The stars around didWhat they do.They are Millions of milesAway, Or millions of years, And are totally exhausted.But the moon is blank,Just a space to show Where it might haveBeen. We will tellWhoever will attend That the moon used to catch Light from the sunAnd waxed…