The Moon Watcher
she watches the moon
from both ends
guiding it gently up from the sea
she applauds its early evening showing
she sleeps slowly as the moon
watching its face between dreams
reading messages in the shadows
laughing at lunar secrets
she awakens with the moon
watches it whisper away
behind the curtain of dawn
remembering its sure smile
she watches the moon
from both ends
a believer in its song
a keeper of its light
© Chuck Beals
ApaqRasgirl commented on The Moon Watcher
07-17-2010
07/17/2010
stellar commented on The Moon Watcher
07-17-2010
Teardrops commented on The Moon Watcher
07-12-2010
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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