Saturday, February 11, 2012

Intoxication of Moonlight

Yes, yes, she whispers
Deep beneath amber moon
Alas, the cold morning
Arises too soon

Limelight is not green
And to bask in its glow
Is like building a dream
On a sparse flake of snow

The intoxication
Of moonlight on your sigh
Is almost as powerful
As the tear in your eye

Wants and wishes
Are two shades of gray
I wish the moonlight
Would last through the day


1 comment:

  1. These past days with the bright moon in the inky night skies have been delighting me too.

    Now it's in the slipper mode... almost slipping entirely into blackness.


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