Silver MoonA Poem by Calibaster
I'd like to grab the moon
And look at it up close. Study all its craters, Of which it seems to boast. Turn it in my fingers Blink at its bright light, Hang it out the front door, Then wait again for night. The man of the moon will come Knocking on the door, And ask me what I hung His precious moon up for! I'd say,"I'm truly sorry, I swear I'll give it back! It's just that it's so beautiful! Something that I lack." "If you'd like," He'd say to me, "I can give you a shard." "NO!" I'd cry in protest, "It's already too marred!" He'd shrug his graceful shoulders, Elegantly bow, Smile soft and say, "I have to go now." He'd kiss my hand softly, Then with moon tucked underarm, He'd whisper in my ear, "I'll come back for you In time." I'd wave goodbye sadly, As he quickly turned about, And watch with pure sorrow As his silver cloak flew out. That night I'd watch the sky, Intensely staring up, A star would fall into my hand, I'd smile and not give up. © 2013 CalibasterAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on January 2, 2013 Last Updated on August 29, 2013 AuthorCalibasterSpringville, UTAboutIt's been a while since I've even touched this site, but it's such a big part of my childhood and growth in writing that I could never bring myself to delete anything I've posted. If I thought tha.. more..Writing
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