Lunation
Mist passing the Moon
as she moves through the clouds
trying to reach me
so far below.
How can I know
it is me she desires?
My mind is on fire,
moonstruck, some might say.
Flying along the Milky Way
fueled by moonshine.
She flashes her shadowy eye
through cloud-studded sky
and I feel fine.
October 4, 2009
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Comments: 6
I'm right with you on this finely crafted soar. Gladly featured at The Surreal Circus (and you've made this ragged winged thing most happy. Thanks!)