The Breath Of The Moon Poem by Susan Lacovara

There was nothing to hear...
But the breath of the moon,
Exhaling and erasing any and all burdens
I had decidedly hurried
To tuck into drawers
Out of sight....out of mind...
Tonight....thoughts unleashed
Free to wander
Where the boats slept in their slips
And the Autumn air kissed
the drying hydrangeas
Goodnight.

There was nothing to see,
But the breath of the moon
Huffing it's imprinted halo glow
Unto the open shuttered window
Of the French door pane
That remained ajar
While I slept
With no fear, no formula...
After frolicking, in a wee hour garden
That twinkled with tinsel
Romancing this poet's pen...

There was nothing to feel
But the breath of the moon
As it slipped it's shawl
Around my shoulders
Asking me to slow dance
On the crimson carpet of
Fallen leaves...there,
In the vivacious breeze
Of a steal away, for today, moment
Where I ALMOST forgot
I was breathing...
If not for the pageantry
Of parading stars...

Nothing looked better

Nothing sounded better

Nothing felt better

The breath of the moon!