“Wow, that Moon!! It’s so bright!!”
She had exclaimed on a clear desert night.
I agreed then, and could do so, still –
If only I weren’t now drinking my fill
Of the Brightest Moonlight Yet
To grace my ocular set,
And set my soul a-spinnin’,
My Wanderlust only beginnin’
To take o’er Heart and Soul,
To make me feel not-quite-whole.
I yearn to see her night sky
O’er the mountains I knew whilst a boy.
And see what she might yet show
To those of us who will know
To turn our eyes to the skies
Any night she looks like a prize –
Like daytime sun, she comes and goes,
And leaves our minds comatose.
I stare at her unabashed,
Laying naked there on the grass,
Baring my soul to a lover,
The one who lights up Night’s cover.
And drinking her in,
I know it’s not sin,
To pray to the goddess of the moon –
For she will return again soon.
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