Voodoo Moon Poem by Dale Barnes

I remember the twinkling lights that Star less Night



That night when the Moon formed our Religion



We strode through a Farmers Field of freshly cut grass



It smelled like…Heaven



I saw the reflections of fireflies in your eyes



As you wondered about me…and Love



A Cool breeze Waltzed gently between us



As we Danced into the Future…Hand in Hand



There was nothing Broken in the Universe



That the Moon couldn’t Fix that Night



It was Voodoo. It was Every Dream I ever Dreamt



When you became the “Why” of my Tattered Soul



I brushed your face with my Haggard Hand



Your smile made Night Flowers Bloom



As my Tears washed clean years of Frowns



We sat enchanted near a sparkling Stream



We spoke to an Owl and Laughed and learned



That night when the moon painted our Dreams



When you Died, I painted that Night in my Mind



Never again will the brushstrokes of Love



Paint a picture of such loving.























PILO







© DRB 2009