Lunar Poets
I am a
lone moon drifter--
My dreams of light
comes to life at night...
I peek up
at the moon at dawn
to realize so soon
her light is gone within
a yawn.
Strangely,
my sorrow
relies on the moonlight
tomorrow--
to get me through another day.
I've followed the winds of aspirations,
heard their sighed exasperations...
I look forward to what all
of the lunar poets have to say.
Copyright © Red Barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
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