Sailing from Plymouth

In the Early Morning

The Moon is setting in the west
Within a growing blue.
The Sun will chase her to her rest;
Tonight, she’ll rise anew.

The Earth is turning; so am I
(Although I’m sitting still.)
Far off in Space, a star explodes –
But here, it’s morning chill.

‘Round who, today, will I revolve,
And who will circle me?
What light will shine to show the way?
Will there be gravity?

Again I look above the tree;
Beyond the cloud, I stare.
The Moon looks blankly back at me –
She has no time to spare.

THB
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