Poetry

The Moon

By 1st January 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

As I stood alone gazing
out of my window at the sky
behind the steeple light blazing
it belonged to the moon up high

A beam of light crept in view
getting clearer by the second
in all its beauty I saw I knew
its face to me beckoned

Passing clouds passed away
so its form could show light
and the hours pass to day
its fight over with the night

Me a tiny human staring back
gazing from my window alone
remembering the love I lack
bless this moon on its throne

Craig

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