Moon
It lights the way for the night traveler,
soft glow from the heavens;
variable orb illuminated
from sliver to full presence.
Umbrella for lovers
who would commit beneath it
their hearts entwined as one
at least until the dawn.
Silhouetted owl, bat
or cloud which passes by
in silent respect for the time,
often framed by the glow
which shares the dark with stars
and who keep us from
a total black oblivion.
Reflective sphere
hold steady thy position
lest a poet loses center
and the lunatics prevail.
Blinddream 06/2012


Salon.com
Comments
glad you both enjoyed the piece.
~R~