Lure of the Moon
The tingling sound of the moon does lift me
I float towards the heavens where I'm free
I reach to the light that emanates there
Beauty is like none that I can compare
Swirling right near my head are the dark clouds
It looks like this night sky has some dim shrouds
The ground below me is moving away
As I slowly, but surely, upwards sway
I start to breathe the colder air that’s high
The moon is getting bigger as I fly
I see imperfections of the moon’s face
Stars blink messages, I try to keep pace
That grand lure of the moon that’s before me
Brings me higher than I could ever see
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
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