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Wednesday, January 31, 2018

I Wait for the Moon

I wait for the moon;
she is holder my secrets,
holder of my dreams.

I sent many prayers
her way,
wishes and kisses
I've bounced off her
to lovers far away.

She bathes
the windowsill
as I gaze,
eyes glaze over
memories
and future plans.

I know
this cool, blue lady
does not belong
only to me,

but the essence
of this longing,
this incompleteness
in my soul

belongs only
to her.

I wait for the moon
and she never
forgets.

[For Poets United at http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2018/01/poet-united-midweek-motif-moon.html)

9 comments:

  1. Beautiful thoughts under a blue moon. So nice to see you, Buddah.

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  2. This warms my heart, deep and true. I love the moon as secret keeper and treasure box. And I adore you.

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  3. I really enjoyed this from beginning to end. She is holder of my dreams...yes there is something mystical about her presence.

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  4. And of course, she keeps the secrets voiced here. Love this.

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  5. So true. She sees all, and never does forget.

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  6. Moon is a lovely holder of dreams and wishes. Beautiful, B.

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  7. Gorgeous poem. And great to see you!

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  8. "She bathes the windowsill as I gaze, eyes glaze over memories and future plans" gosh this is so beautiful!!­čĺ×

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