The Moon In Its Glory - Poem by Rik Bertrand
Walk upon the clouds at dusk,
Walk up to the moon,
Touch the twilight crest
It can never be too soon
Look upon the midnight moon,
Surrounded by the clouded gloom,
Capture its true meaning
And your life will be in tune.
Fall into the gothic glaze,
Move from color to grayish haze.
Picture this for all to see,
Picture this for all to praise.
Gaze upon the moons beauty
For every night it tells a story.
Remember this if nothing more
The moon is mystic in its glory.
REB (JUNE 2012)
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