Orange full moon
with a half smile,
a hanging lantern,
lighting the way,
through dark streets,
the city, a jungle
with pockets of pleasure
and secret avenues of desire.
 
I keep my eye
on the moon
and glide,
aware of it’s
pull into space,
leaving the
earth,  far behind.
 
I sit on it’s crest
and wait for dawn,
my life calls me,
I wake in my bed
with a full smile
on my lips.

(2014)

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Barb Clarke
about 4 years

Thanks for the company.

Barb Clarke
about 4 years

Thanks Shemene, glad you liked the poem.

Robert L. Martin
about 4 years

I'm sitting on the moon with you

Shemené Kok
about 4 years

wow

Barb Clarke
over 4 years

Thanks Tony, sometimes when the moon is full it does feel magical, like anything can happen!

Tony Hill
over 4 years

Enjoyed reading your poem, very atmospheric.

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