Below is the poem entitled I spoke to the moon which was written by poet
Buckeridge. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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It happened only yesterday
The moon did cry,
and slip away.
Behind the mist and dainty cloud,
As if it were shying and much too proud.
Calling softly to my old friend,
As I do,
time and again.
I'd just like to talk about my day.
I know you listen in your fine way.
I can see your silver face.
And so I tell you,
as the night sets pace.
About my life, my highs and lows.
You're reply is only the light you glow.
I go on to say a goodnight to you.
I close the curtains,
and eye lids too.
I'll look forward to tomorrow night
when I can talk to you, the moon,
about my life.