Moon's Sway
There seems to always be a moon lit path
Dashing out before me in the cool air
Moon tends to absorb, like taking a bath
Brink of light bordering the edge of fear
Alone on a cool cobblestone walkway
I venture where the moon sure doesn’t go
There’s no light, just a feeling of dismay
But the dewdrops do find a way to grow
Cause the moon never reaches to this point
There’s surely no feeling of peace nor calm
Dew comes out and over me, to anoint
Reaching my hand as I hold out my palm
Then I walk off beyond the cool walkway
But I don’t glance at the moon and its sway
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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