Moon Pen
Moon Pen
The silver light of the moon
stirs my mind
Sleep it seems, I am unable
to find
Looking out on a patchwork
of shadows
I sigh and reaching I take
up a pen
After I write, maybe sleep
will come then
And I write by the light of
the full moon
In the stillness, my pen,
the only sound
Sliding over the page and
back around
Back and forth like swelling
waves of the sea
Where the streams of words
are ever flowing
The end can only be found in
going
So we go, surely we will get
there soon
And walk the ripple paved path
on the sea
Where the silver path of the
moon will be
A silver trail over the silver
sea
About the Author
0 comments