That Silent Moon Poem by Shaun Cronick
That Silent Moon
That silent moon has shone on my soul,
With icy fingers I am nothing in her grasp.
A nobody and I venture with empty heart,
Through a startled night wherever she wishes.
She commands me, a mere human putty flesh in her hands,
Directs me and drives me with ethereal force onwards.
Forever forward to a place none have ever seen,
Her silver light intensifies and I am born again.
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6/16/2024 12:12:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The wonders and beauty of the moon has been painted brilliantly on tthe canvas of this marvelous poem. So beautifully crafted and well executed write.
Thank you Rose Marie for your most gracious and kind comment. Take care.