Leslie Philibert Poems
- The Night The Moon Got Stolen In the night the moon got ...
- A Dry-Stone Wall Near Colerain...
- A Summer Poem You are the burnt map of Summer black-edged ...
- A Funeral In Winter Early darkness; as oil we drip on tarmac,...
- The Secret Life Of Stones Stones are family. They move in ...
- A Better World China will be declared part of the Peoples ...
- Hospital Doors moan like lovers, as compassion flows like ...
I am a social worker, poet and musician living in Bavaria in Germany.Born in London, I studied English Literature in Ireland before moving to Germany to work as a social worker. I am married and have two sons. more »
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The Night The Moon Got Stolen
In the night the moon got stolen
lunatics shook their fists at empty heavens,
cats stared at holes in the dark night
and seas turned into lakes, tides refused,
And songwriters hit the wrong keys
while lovers went home for an early night,
words were not whispered in ears nor
arms thrown across shoulders in first joy.
Have no fear for this lost face in the sky,
the lady that shimmers over standing water.
Aurora will bring the slow return of dawn,
Libertas will free this stolen moonlight.