Lora Colon

Silver Star - 3,989 Points (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

Moonstruck - Poem by Lora Colon

I was talking to the moon
Just the other night,
Telling him how much
I admired his light;

And then without warning,
Much to my dismay,
The moon got all teary-eyed
And asked me to look away;

He said I had no idea
How lonely it gets up there,
Watching lovers all over the world
Every night of the year;

But he quickly recovered
And apologized in shame,
I told him I understood,
Loneliness was my middle name;

We exchanged our stories
Long into the night,
Then the sun came up
And the moon dimmed his light.

But I knew we'd meet again,
We share an emptiness,
And we both hide it well
Under the cover of darkness.

Now we meet each night,
The moon and I,
He seems happier now
From when I first saw him cry;

When I look at the sky,
He's the first thing I see,
And when he looks down,
I know he's looking at me.

And so it goes
Night after night,
I give him my company,
He gives me his light


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013


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