To the MoonA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)One I've been holding on to.
Diminishing Sun rays, softly kiss adieu
as the Sun spirits away to regions unseen; a lonely cricket begins his song too early for the moon to hear, its introduction lost amongst rollicking winds. The biting chill they bring signals change is indeed in the air, and the hopeful cricket sings on, to the moon. Stars arrive, giving the most remarkable audience an artist could ask for. Boisterous winds find content in gentle stillness, quieting the rustling grass and gossiping trees; a charcoal sky with shreds of crimson provide a backdrop of brilliance. A grand stage for such a tiny artist. His song, his beacon of hope, though to the moon, has found where I hid love away in my heart. Buried ambitions rocket unfolded desires to the moon; may they be charming enough to be kept. For they have done me no good, in this lonesome heart. © 2014 Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorTravis Gibson (poetic heroics)Oblivion's edge, OHAboutBeen here for some time... My work is my life. Read and I hope you enjoy. I will return the sentiment. more..Writing
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