By Jane Lies
Pensacola Branch
Midnight blue silk
Covered the heaven,
Small beads of
Silver
Appeared,
Sparkling brightly,
Suppressing the darkness
Of the sky,
The silent orb
Emerged,
Veiled in swirls of time,
My confidant,
My friend,
I stretched my hand
Upward
Past the haze
Of the night,
Into the heavens,
I hoped my heart
Would find
Dreams beyond
My reach,
Blue, pink, golden,
Was the moon,
Who quietly listened
To my every word.
Wishes edged with
Fantasy,
Romance,
Sorrow,
Hope,
Sacred secrets,
Sacred tears.
Cruelly,
The magic
Was erased,
As
One small step,
One giant leap,
Splashed into
The sands of Reality
Jane, you led us breathlessly to the moon! And, despite the ending … you have made a case for its continuing magic!
Love your poem, Jane💕
Whatever romance we conducted with our private moons had to be reimagined on the day man walked on the moon. What a thoughtful and unique take on the subject!
Claire Massey
Beautiful, I could see and feel every word in my heart!
Wow Jane, I love this!
Jane this is a beautiful poem with such vivid imagery and contemplation woven in.