The Night The Moon Got Stolen Poem by Leslie Philibert
The Night The Moon Got Stolen
In the night the moon got stolen
lunatics shook their fists at empty heavens,
cats stared at holes in the dark night
and seas turned into lakes, tides refused,
And songwriters hit the wrong keys
while lovers went home for an early night,
words were not whispered in ears nor
arms thrown across shoulders in first joy.
Have no fear for this lost face in the sky,
the lady that shimmers over standing water.
Aurora will bring the slow return of dawn,
Libertas will free this stolen moonlight.
What a fascinating look at new moon. Very creative. Thanks, mark walters
It possess the power of both a poem and a portrait! ! ! ! Really a pleasure to read! ! !
Very good work, I enjoy the vivid style and topic Thank you for the nice comment.
Well penned in persuasive expressions with conviction. A brilliant work of art. Thanks for sharing, Leslie.
I really like this one. A different take on what happens during a new moon. Well done.
Have no fear for this lost face in the sky, the lady that shimmers over standing water. Aurora will bring the slow return of dawn, Libertas will free this stolen moonlight. hope there will be dawn and naturally dusk again......... in the night the moon will come and appear for you alone......... very nice fantasy and imagination...... thank you. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautiful poem, lovely title, a very interesting write.