[Poem] The Moon

Rowan Tomko

In the tradition of throwback Thursday here is a poem from 2006.

The Moon.pngTonight the moon appears

And tomorrow she will again

Waltzing across the stage of the sky

Slowly she spins

Her eyes hidden behind her soft glow

Her body seen from below

She sways softly north to south

In the morning staggers home

But at some point with in these days

Her appearance will be none

She will be at home

Cradling the ones she loves

Her present brightens my hope

As she saunters across the sky

Her light will guide me too

To the home I miss so dearly

And the love I have too.
2/17/2006 12:26:09 PM

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