Your Moonlight Poem by Jerry Pike

Your Moonlight



Your Moonlight

You are not the walled picture I saw,
backing a few paces,
into shy darkness.

You have stretched the moonlight
to admire your beaming smile,
to admit your silver charms succeed,
and he, old yeller,
has fallen drowsily off his cycle,
nodding through a dazed
vat of navy-blue addiction.

His time swallows everything,
but your limelight’s burn,
until, under candle light breath,
the last tick of tock-land
hushes goodnight.

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Jerry Pike

Jerry Pike

Harrow, London, England
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