The Restless Moon
The moon was up early in my backyard
Before the sun went down I saw it shine
Out of its element bone-white and scarred
Standing stark against the startled skyline
Having intruded into afternoon
As if off-course and having come too soon
Yet now that it is night I cannot see
It anywhere and it has gone away
Elusive reclusive as if to play
A game of cat and mouse the moon and me
The two of us appear and disappear
A characteristic both of us share
As when the moon looks down I am not here
And when I look back up it is not there
But it was there this afternoon and I
Might catch it on the other side and soon
When next I look up it might happen by
My fellow wanderer the restless moon
Whose absence I can feel the loss the lack
Moon if you see these words of mine: come back
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV
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It plays hide and seek with us.
Interesting write, Steve!
Moon,
Are you being shy?
Are you there peeking into everyone's dream as they sleep?
Do you set priorities to grant wishes for everyone?
If so, then mine should come first!...
Grant me a shadow...at least!...
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)