Moonrise Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

Glowing waves
of grey and white
iridescent clouds
wash softly
against the pale shores
of the night sky
They lap against
the shining moon
But it is a beauty
I can’t enjoy
My love, my love
is not at my side
The beauty is lost on me alone
I am lost as me alone.
She sleeps
As the night does beautiful things
She sleeps
While I wonder
What would I ever do
without her?
All the beautiful things of the world
are lost
on me alone
Tomorrow I think
We will watch the sunset
and the moon rise
Tomorrow, tomorrow