"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Come Greet the Moon

Night called out from the sea
Its splashing voice inviting me
To come greet the moon

Twilight was just hanging the stars
Their twinkle winking at me
Hinting that they held a secret

Warm sand tickled my toes
As I crossed the beach
Making my way through seashells

Before the first moon’s shining
I felt its tug on my soul
Letting me know it was near

Moonbeams touched my skin
With their fingers of light
Bewitching me with their sparkle

I stood in the moon’s enchantment
Hugged by imagination’s arms
Until night spoke daylight is near

Speaking my goodbye to the moon
Vowing to return again at night’s calling
I slipped away into daylight’s reality


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