Missing The Moon

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    Missing The Moon

     Seems the moon got lost in the sky tonight,  
    Constellations have been rearranged
    The magick that flowed from fingertips-
    not sparking in the usual way.

    How do simple things become so lost,
    when did these start to go array
    reminds me of the lines of a song
    doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore.

    Mindless is the description that feels right for this
    lacking the wonderment and natural ease of being
    dazed comatose, dull and numbed
    unable to feel wondering down an aimless path

    Awareness Lacking in unseeing opened eyes
    looking, searching  through endless nights
    Hoping to get just even a glimpse
    of the magick that was and filled souls within

    Searching across the universe for the brightest
    most beautiful of all the stars in the skies
     For the orb that lights up dark nights
    and brings the sun into morning light




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    dahlusion commented on Missing The Moon

    09-17-2010

    Oh, the magic, yes, yes! The magic of a glass heart, or a red sparrow's whistle, or the moon with an umbrella, searching: "How do simple things become so lost"—this is the perfect question. bravo!! Peace and Light, dah
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    Zenwitchfaery

    09/17/2010

    Thank You Dahl! yes I seem to be a bit out of sorts latley but others around me seem to be too, don't even know where my balance went lol-geez ! it will realine I'm sure I just need to slow down I think.

    Rhymer commented on Missing The Moon

    09-16-2010

    As I read this poem it was like hearing a melody playing to my senses. Excellnt write.
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    Zenwitchfaery

    09/16/2010

    Thank You Very Much!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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