Under the Moon
My mind’s eye preoccupation,
I am captive to my guiding light,
the source of all my equivocal influences.
Erik Satie under the moon,
against a nocturnal silver sky,
my subliminal ambient impressionism.
I am walking a shrouded path,
trudging through murky ponds
where I find the silhouette
of cattails swaying against the moon.
Here, I inhale
the night wind bouquet
from which the violet violins
play through all my dreams.
Published: PS: It's Still Poetry January 2022
Copyright © Thomas Wells | Year Posted 2020
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