I've never been nearer the moon in my life I could reach out and touch it
It might burn me with its light
The stars dim beside it
It is too full too bright to capture on camera . Only in my minds eye. Something for my inner wordsworth
I see Madonna and her child
My Malar and Mira
I see the moon rise before me
Soon it will be over my head over my plane
Bit now it's here
Achingly close
And its gone
Too soon
First it was lit with a soft golden hue
Then the horizons lit purple blue
Then Start the crystal moon
No comments:
Post a Comment