Lunar conclusions from the girl with hair like the sun.

Lunar conclusions from the girl with hair like the sun.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

 

I have come to the conclusion

That you must be the moon

There is a mystery in those eyes

And I am captivated

Unable to look away in the darkest of night

All but convinced that you can feel me

Staring up at you.

 

My lord how that must feel

To have power against beating hearts

Making the old act young

Sane act crazy

And the good act out their naughty thoughts

At your will.

 

 

How many women must have loved

you?

Falling into the spell you cast on them

With your charm and grace on display

A showcase some may find cheesy

But for you it works like magic

Spellbinding a world

That bows down to worship at your feet.

 

Be careful dear moon,

 For you many not know

That after the night comes the morning

And some say my hair shines like the sun

Some would say we are soul mates

Or opposites depending on the weather

But  tonight I have never felt closer

To anyone in my whole life.

© 2012 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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Closer finds remedy in the nightly winks above, ancient light twinkling and speaking of moments soon when the moon begins to diminish their faraway transcendence.

You've lassoed the moon on a night when it was slumbering, peacefully unaware that a pen was touching paper and marking down the ancient script of neverland.

This is one very inspired and memorable poem...whomsoever lit the spark of thought.

Nicely done...!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I like what you tried to do with this, Sarah, I will have to read more of you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


i like the poem, but i LOVED the title.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Nice pun... "A showcase some may find cheesy"...
On the serious side, this write describes the common sentiment of the moon so well. I really like this poem, well written, nicely expressed.



Posted 12 Years Ago



Closer finds remedy in the nightly winks above, ancient light twinkling and speaking of moments soon when the moon begins to diminish their faraway transcendence.

You've lassoed the moon on a night when it was slumbering, peacefully unaware that a pen was touching paper and marking down the ancient script of neverland.

This is one very inspired and memorable poem...whomsoever lit the spark of thought.

Nicely done...!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Sarah McKeever Hitt

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