ahh... it's like the wild beckons us from the city and the moon only sighs (loved that line). i always find though that i miss whatever happens to be missing. if i am in the city i will miss the forest and the mountains, but if i am in the mountains then eventually i will miss the busyness of the city, the buildings, and even the grayness of the concrete. somehow, i guess, i am a little bit of both or - a little bit of both is somehow a part of me.
only a sigh of the moon.. lovely.
your poetry is far from simple yet it is written
without having to dive and delve within to know what
you are saying so poetically.
well, i say this yet ' i would miss your song ', i am thinking nature's song but perhaps a person.
I came back to this ... the sort of poem that stays with you and I was thinking, all the other poems are of nature... now back on concrete it is the song of nature that will be missed.
this poems takes me back to the moonlit concrete strip and the city lights..and the nostalgia that comes in with a lazy walk..another addition to my library..excellent !
Oh you beautiful soul!>> You make me feel ashamed to be part of the human race>>>who exchange natural necessity for convenience and greed>> And even with the moon sighing, we barely take notice of it as well>> Oh the embarrassment I feel right now>> You've touched me with this piece>>
I am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express .
Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..