I Know Why The Moon WeepsA Poem by ~EOA lunar poem.
On an sunny day, the children play,
And all the projects commence, Oh Sun oh Sun, why won't you stay? Alleviate us from suspense, We pray for your rays to break the clouds, And alight upon our skin, We still rejoice if given shrouds, Of your warmth we feel within, Regardless of your shine you show, It all must come to an end, For the night has risen with a glow, The wolf now sings It's hymn, The time of Moon, a false aura gloom, Her time with us is short, Hosts kangaroos, owls and shrooms, Nocturnals of the sort, It brightens the trees in such luminous haze, A maze of stars above, The creatures of shadows both quirky and strange, Still filled to bones with love, The Sun, always our perceived life giver, As if it was the only one, Yin and Yang is both the flower and river, We need Moon as much as Sun, She is the prominent sway of our tides, The emotions in our blood, Her tune is of the lonely owl's abide, Still free in skies above, The Masses of the planet overlook such grace, For most her time is slumber, The queen of night creates debates, Of Its' glee or sulk in bummer, In summer we sing of long warms days, Her time with us is paltry, We think the Sun is of sweet frost glaze, And our Moon so tangy and salty, She sings her hymn of waves and wind, She breaks through trees and clouds, She shines through dark from deep within, The creatures sing aloud, Her only praise is from the pack of wolves, Who sing to her for guidance, They know their place in their nocturnal world, La Luna weeps in silence.
© 2015 ~EOAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 7, 2015 Last Updated on April 7, 2015 Author~EOBremerton, WAAboutMy name is Enrique Alberto Otanez, I am from Bremerton WA and I am In my early twenties. I have been writing for more than half my life as, not just an activity that I hold dearly; but at points being.. more..Writing
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