Image source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:New_moon_rising_(Unsplash).jpg
Why have you reversed your spins, unfolded moon, dancing widdershins across the bridge of noon? Circle, circle, line and line make up a quarter: cross them, cross them now to shine from this day's starter. Sliding high against the night twists the snake's song. Again, again the crossing light returns to where we belong. ------------------------------------------------
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.