Thoughts at Moonrise

Thoughts at Moonrise
The moon just rose over the treetops
As the sunset‘s last colors are fading
          I am truly in love with two women
Overlarge and clear this cold evening
Orange yellow in the darkening sky
          For reasons as different as they are
It’s beautiful, almost round, less than full
Looks like it’s just one day shy
          They both have their place in my heart
But beautiful none the less
And maybe even more so
          Yet each love does detract from the other
With the promise that it holds
Of tomorrow night’s perfection.
          The problem is one of completeness