like heavenly spheres are we
revolving in our daily cycles
with the light of each new day
i rise to her sweet slumbering
as the moon travels my sky
the sun illumines her labors
i pick through waking thoughts
as she floats through dreams
yet we inhabit the same space
defined by impassioned hearts
unaware of the heavy setting sun
heedless of the wandering moon
awaiting only a moment of bliss
to unravel this twisted time
and bring the celestial forms
into harmonious alignment
and allow the sun and moon
to find their perfect embrace
Çeşme, Turkey 24 July 2012
As the sun sets on one side of the bay at Çatal Azmak…
…the moon rises over the other.
George Ellington 
Beautiful, George. Such lovely passion and perfect yearning in these lines. I MUST reblog this, 🙂
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That is so very sweet of you, Susan. It really does touch my heart that you find my verses worthy of sharing with others. Thank you so much.
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George–how could I not–they resonate. Thanks again for sharing them with us!
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Reblogged this on Susan Daniels Poetry and commented:
Guys–this is–perfect.
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This is beautiful George. I wrote something a while ago from a similar space but different place.
I prefer the peaceful knowing they will come together in yours. So very lovely.
sun to moon to sun again she reaches for him
sleep brings him to her unbidden no thought needed he just is
each setting moon brings him
each rising sun takes him away
she longs for the moon her love’s doorway to her soul
she grows weary of the sun for it steals her dreams
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Thank you, Rhonda. Your verse is quite lovely. I very much like the moon as love’s doorway to the soul. The moon has always appealed to me as a far richer metaphor than the sun.
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Thank you George and I agree. The moon has a much stronger pull for me also.
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you much, Noel.
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NICE…
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