She moves into my sky
In her usual way of silence
Though she sings for,
Only solos could be heard
Becomes a mood changer
While I fight the invisible
That tries to pull me down
In the usual way, it was
Altered my night, to quiet and pleasant
As she’s a wonder and to be not
Her magnificent white
Always remains an angel in my world
For me to believe in a force
Like men attracted to women
And women for the same
The Moon remains an illusion
To illuminate the night
The heart longs for.
10 comments:
Nice poem. I love to watch the moon.
...it's neat that we can both enjoy the moon from opposite ends of the world.
Nice one
Great writing. The moon light is always so special.
Agree with Tom😊Nice poem❤
This is lovely!
Your poem is as beautiful as the moon itself.
Nice poem and moon. I enjoy watching it too.
Gorgeous moon photo and awesome poetry with such depth ~
Live each moment with love,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Hello,
Pretty poem, lovely capture the moon!
Have a happy day!
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