When the fullest of the moons shine so
brightly is trully when I look up and wonder
how many moons have been and gone
How many have taken me to an island
of intoxication with aromas of the enchanted
flowers that seemed to tranqilize my mind
with the memory that has taken my soul hostage
Life is given to us with no guraentee, it has gifted
us with many decions in life to make, some will
not always be the the best interest, however
none the less, we decided them at a time
when it seemed so right
But never did it say when the moon shines
so brightly can you not want to recapture
a stolen moon beam........
Bonnie, I loved this poem. It is beautiful. It reveals the truth. Nothing in life can ever be the best It ever changes for better than the rest Never put your life to test It is a celebration, rejoice and fest CP
This is to touchingly beautiful Bonnie. You are the only one i know that can make me believe i can steal a moon beam. I love this, as always your sensitivity and romanticism shine through my friend. Thanks for sharing :)
Captivating poem title...pleasing poem Bonnie...rightly said...to recapture a stolen moon beam from life is really rewarding to mind...to its bliss...thanks...10
You have captured a wonderful scene in this poem Bonnie. A marvellous and enchanting picture. Love, Andrew x
Bonnie, this is a very beautiful poem and as I read it you drew me into the action by making me believe that I could actually steal a moon beam. Very real and artistically written. I enjoyed it very much, a ten. Lynn
I miss the moon maybe I'll see it soon For the sun does shine But the night is not mine The moon hides away It never shows me its sway I miss the moon Maybe I'll see it soon.
wow after a poem so beautiful.. theres nothing much left to say... that was beautiful.it touched me deeply
A fine poem full of moonshine and peace..Wonderful :) Thanks for sharing. A.
Bonnie as always your poems bring me so much peace. this is one of my fvorites. It is so beutiful and inspiring! Love, ana
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As usual Bonnie, this poem is Oh! so romantic. Stunning images - intoxication of aromas of enchanted flowers. The last line made me drool as I imagined you recapturing your love from this moon beam. 10 Karin Anderson