It makes one wonder what magical quality it is, what inspiration to wonder, that causes us to gaze upon the moon with such enchantment, with contemplation of romance and things most tranquil to arise while basking in the gentle warmth of its light ... Why is it that one can gaze into the attentive face of the moon, and not the sun? ... Is it, perhaps, because the sun shines with the harshness of a stern watchful father, whereas the moon illuminates us with the gentleness of a loving and understanding mother? ... I suspect that this is truly the reason why we each find the moon such pleasant company on cool summer evenings to talk to in doubting nothing, for somehow in its returning gaze one is left confidently assured that the moon is listening thoughtfully in sincerity, of whatever heart a moon may possess, to every lament, to every emotion, to every word we share in confidence, and we can rest ever so assured that the moon will never tell another soul our heart's secrets most secret ... Once again, you have penned a piece as magical as a moonlit summer night, stirring old fools to write reviews in the morning, over coffee, that have him thinking of starry moonlit nights full of romance alive in the midst of star dust falling around two people in love, no matter the distance that might separate them, for both are together within the embrace of the moon's canopy of love, only just directly above, as though they were in reality side by side, hand in hand, lips upon lips, setting the moon to blushing ... Yep, I'm an old man of mush, and a romantic at heart ... Absolutely lovely piece ... As you can see, I thoroughly enjoyed every line as your poem has set my heart to burning and my sights upon striving to be just a bit more romantic today than I was yesterday ... Maybe, I'll drive down to where the ex-wife works (yep we be gettin' on better than, perhaps, we ever have) and surprise her with a hug and a kiss ... Course she'll pretend to be disgruntled and huffy before all the glowing faces of her coworkers, but that girl will melt like chocolate candy in the summer sun when she comes home ... And we're alone in the moonlight ...
Being a moon person, I was attracted to the title, but was immediately drawn into your delightful stream of words. They cascade nicely down the page, spattering the reader with little pearl drops of wisdom. Great job!
It makes one wonder what magical quality it is, what inspiration to wonder, that causes us to gaze upon the moon with such enchantment, with contemplation of romance and things most tranquil to arise while basking in the gentle warmth of its light ... Why is it that one can gaze into the attentive face of the moon, and not the sun? ... Is it, perhaps, because the sun shines with the harshness of a stern watchful father, whereas the moon illuminates us with the gentleness of a loving and understanding mother? ... I suspect that this is truly the reason why we each find the moon such pleasant company on cool summer evenings to talk to in doubting nothing, for somehow in its returning gaze one is left confidently assured that the moon is listening thoughtfully in sincerity, of whatever heart a moon may possess, to every lament, to every emotion, to every word we share in confidence, and we can rest ever so assured that the moon will never tell another soul our heart's secrets most secret ... Once again, you have penned a piece as magical as a moonlit summer night, stirring old fools to write reviews in the morning, over coffee, that have him thinking of starry moonlit nights full of romance alive in the midst of star dust falling around two people in love, no matter the distance that might separate them, for both are together within the embrace of the moon's canopy of love, only just directly above, as though they were in reality side by side, hand in hand, lips upon lips, setting the moon to blushing ... Yep, I'm an old man of mush, and a romantic at heart ... Absolutely lovely piece ... As you can see, I thoroughly enjoyed every line as your poem has set my heart to burning and my sights upon striving to be just a bit more romantic today than I was yesterday ... Maybe, I'll drive down to where the ex-wife works (yep we be gettin' on better than, perhaps, we ever have) and surprise her with a hug and a kiss ... Course she'll pretend to be disgruntled and huffy before all the glowing faces of her coworkers, but that girl will melt like chocolate candy in the summer sun when she comes home ... And we're alone in the moonlight ...
Oh my...your writing mirrors the eloquence of William Wordsworth:) I am a sucker for love and Nature poems, and this was so wonderfully penned, almost like a rainbow!
Your use of the dark blue font is reminiscent of a dark, starry night...where the Moon is shining with all of her beauty. How the Moon represents the special person in your life, who has supported you unconditionally, and has always just..been there for you.
I wish someday..someone would pen something this gorgeous for me..it is a gorgeous piece indeed.
I am the breath you felt on your cheek;
When you thought you were alone...
The force that taught you to be wise
And to find harmony with Nature...
The air you breathe when life needs
To be renewe.. more..