Feel The Moon
There's a light now trailing the crescent moon
right before dawn as it slowly pales.
This brings vast knowledge of what's coming soon.
Now has the time come to set forth our sails.
My cup runneth over,my hope does too.
How can we be silent when we know well
Cinderella's destiny fit like a shoe.
Just proving her fate was her personal hell.
And so we move forward into the day.
Sunlight tricks us as we search around.
Looking for kismet of our own , we pray.
Coming from our lips an unusual sound.
Come with me to the curious side
and we shall always anonymous be.
In retrospect we should have tried
to feel the moon while we were free.
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014
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