moon beams
called me awake
bright clear illumination
pure
in undiluted crisp night air
and I opened my eyes
in
wonder
deep breath of clarity
holding my hand in the rays
turning it over to cup
the
magic
in my palm pale and perfect
in the glow
jumping to the window
full face bright
dancing and laughing
amidst tall oak centuries
blue gray star speckled sky
moon beams
called me awake
to
taste
the majesty of the moment
Josefina...
Lovely lines, good piece, nice damn flow, well done! You get the nod on this piece Jose...I say its perfect! Magnifico..
Sincerely,
Rodney Evan Bohen
moon beams
called me awake
to
taste
the majesty of the moment
Reviewed by Cheryl Durazo (Reader)
Reviewed on September 11, 2003
Josie What a beautfiful poem as I read I saw some of the many if not all the facets. It gave me chills.
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Reindeer
o, what a splendid write! perfection in every way! :)
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
Lovely lines, good piece, nice damn flow, well done! You get the nod on this piece Jose...I say its perfect! Magnifico..
Sincerely,
Rodney Evan Bohen
moon beams
called me awake
to
taste
the majesty of the moment
love Tinka
~Joseph