With the twilight I sing and the moon
Is swinging her perfectly round brow
In time with my vocal jump and drop.
Clapping my hands, I hop and dance—
My shadow is swelling and swaying.
We sport together while sober, bright
And cheerful, while drunk, we all go
Our own paths. Inseparable trio then,
Till beyond the clouds we meet again!
well done
Sandie
Upon looking at the drawing, I am amazed with its complexity in its simplicity. Reminds me of Picasso or Lennon drawings that convey much with very few lines. Like your poem?
Ron