Moons Of Moons Poem by Barry Middleton

Moons Of Moons



Some women do
walk as goddesses.

I see her in mist,
exotic and mystical,

a heavenly grace,
a Utopian ideal.

Adrift in fantasy
she dwells,

as if a slow waltz
plays just for her.

Yet her foot falls
print the dew,

albeit diamond like
in sunlight.

Her laughter
is a velvet melody.

Her dark eyes,
are moons of moons.

Her radiant lips
await a lover's kiss.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,love,woman
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anita Khelawan 16 February 2016

Adrift in fantasy she dwells, as if a slow waltz plays just for her..... the imagery is amazing.. your writing peaks my curiosity and in turn I want to read more.. know more about you as a writer/ poet... Good read

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Barry Middleton 16 February 2016

Thanks again. See my biography.

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