Between the moon’s low, soft glow and the sky’s slow‑moving clouds, my flight over the moon reminded me how even the quietest moments can hear the light.


Please note: All attached photos were originally taken by me, and then, with Copilot’s assistance, the moon has been enlarged, and the photos subsequently sharpened and enhanced
Beyond the Midday Moon
The midday moon
is less than 10° above the horizon —
low enough
for my weary wings
to fly over.
The morning clouds are dispersing,
and up here, above the moon,
my shadows are free
to echo my dreams.
Between the sky and the moon,
I gaze into their shared light —
sometimes life is out of sight,
other times everything is alright,
either way, they welcome
my unspoken words,
whether day or night.
A song that drifts in the same strange daylight as the poem — a quiet companion to the light above us.
Ivor Steven © June 2026

This post has a quite and restful tone 🌕
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There is a beautiful feeling of acceptance in this poem, my dear friend. As always, a wonderful soundtrack. 🥰
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I did not know CoPilot could sharpen photos! I must play around with it. Thanks, Ivor.
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Beautiful poem.
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Absolutely lovely Ivor 💜💜🫶🫶 bravo!
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