“Gray hairs seem to be my fancy,
Like the soft light of the moon,
Silvering over the evening of life.”
Jean Paul Richter
A full moon has always captivated me
I love to ponder this life, in the moonlight
But I really don’t know the Moon very well
Although somehow, it enchants and delights
And I’ve gazed up at that wondrous old Moon
From all over this ancient planet, that we call Earth
And although I really don’t know the Moon very well
It somehow fascinates, intrigues, and fills me with mirth
I’ve especially liked standing on mountaintops in the moonlight
Or silently cruising along a lake, in the mesmerizing moon’s glow
And I especially like listening to the coyotes, wolves, and my dogs
Howling up at that old moon, knowing something that I don’t know
Somehow, Earth’s creatures seem to be very intuitively in tune,
With all the ancient magic and marvel, of that wondrous old moon.
One of my most vivid recollections from a wilderness trip
Was camping on an island, on a most magical night in June
The moonlight was shimmering down, upon the lake surface
The night air was permeated with the ancient yodel of the loon
Somehow, Earth’s creatures seem to be very intuitively in tune,
With all the ancient magic and marvel, of that wondrous old moon.
I recently watched the movie Apollo 13, as I have many times before
Thinking of the disappointment, in their aborted moon landing scene
Those three had been so close, to actually stepping foot on its surface
And they had to sadly return home, without accomplishing their dream
And as I’ve grown much older and grayer, over the years of my life
I continue to sit out on magical summer nights, still gazing up at it in awe
With the wise old creatures of the night, and my four dogs surrounding me
Realizing, with all my supposed intelligence, I’ll never know the moon at all
But my ever eager dogs and I will be heading back to that wildwood island, soon;
I can think of no better place on this Earth, for pondering that wondrous old moon.
©2008, Mr. Ed
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
:)Christine
With all the ancient magic and marvel, of that wondrous old moon.
Somehow, Ed, my dear friend, I am one of those Earth's creatures, yes this Amber Moonstone does know something about this wondrous old moon!
Peace, love, and light,
I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeee this poem...
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D