Joy Poem by John Ackerman

Joy



Joy
Moonlight
hits my face
like some soft
low pressure
water conserving
shower head
And I dance
in its spray
thinking of
pure lunacy,
Wishing I could
tug moonbeams
straight into my pores
And then,
I watch
myself floating
along in a gondola
holding stars in my hand
I light our way
through a puzzling
but beautiful
labyrinth of feelings

Saturday, August 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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