Song to the MoonA Poem by OJSONG TO THE MOON
And a bright white moon stares down at me In my solitude. Accusing, asking, pondering, staring. I think of you: pale, teasing, bland and beautiful. Looking deep into my soul. Almost but not quite. A near miss. I think of you: golden, shining, roaring and beautiful. Snatching at my heart. A maybe. A glimpse. I think of you: dark, trusting, serious and beautiful. Infusing my mind. A wish. A dream sailing by I think of you: insipid, plotting, manipulating and beautiful. Playing with me. A reminder. A warning I think of you: colourful, creative, sweet and beautiful. Discovering our selves. A hope. A possibility. And a bright white moon stares down at me In my solitude. Accusing, asking, pondering, staring. © 2014 OJ |
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