Before the dawn of Earthly life
Two moons, one gone now
Shared the sky.
Our mystic lunar majesty
Knocked out the other's legacy.
A sister moon that churned the sea,
A paradox no eyes could see.
So many dreamers made before,
We viewed the sister paramour.
The absence of this cratered essence
Explains a magnitude, a mystery...
A presence.

*In reference to the recent scientific theory that once there were two moons on earth, an idea I thought of eleven medium years ago.